My feelings are torn regarding the "caravan" of Honduran immigrants seeking asylum in the U.S. I see them begging at busy intersections in San Miguel and can't help remembering when I arrived from Cuba alone, when I was fourteen years old, with a nickel in my pocket and my head crammed with fears and dreams …
Author: Alfredo Lanier
My husband and I live on an off-the-grid ranch outside San Miguel, along with the challenging but dear company of four off-the-street dogs and three cats. My interests lie in politics, writing, photography and sundry forms of spirituality.
A round of applause for El Señor Arreglalotodo
Stew and I recently adopted the routine of doing a brief expression of gratitude before meals. Nothing deeply religious but just an improvised reminder of what is going right in our lives, so the occasional potholes in the road don't rattle us so much.Topping my gratitude list, of course, is my husband Stew, along with …
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How environmental fervor led to a bum idea
Of all the hare-brained ecological ideas I've had since we bought our ranch—all in the spirit of "Let's Give Mother Nature a Hand"—the one I conjured up last week has to be one of the dumbest.Think Eddie Albert and Eva Gabor in "Green Acres."For several weeks Félix had been grousing, politely but insistently, about the …
When death came marching in last week
This past week, appropriately enough when Mexicans celebrated the Day of the Dead, we witnessed four different facets of death and the reactions it elicited from different people.The massacre at a Pittsburgh synagogue, ironically named The Tree of Life, was a horror that left decent people speechless. It's precisely on those occasions when the president …
Legends of the Mexican fall
Expats here sometimes muse nostalgically about the "changing of the seasons" back home, particularly autumn, when the leaves flip from green to shades of ocher almost overnight. In spring, nature then awakens and the landscape reverses to bright green; crocuses and other small harbinger bulbs peek tentatively out of the muddy ground and everyone goes …
Buying a new pickup the Mexican way
Our trusty 2000 Nissan Frontier 4x4 pick-up, which has served us well and saved our butts on several occasions—most recently facilitating our escape, literally, across an adjoining neighbor's ranch when a too-enterprising land developer blocked the entrance to ours for several days—is near the end of its useful life, at least for us.In rural Mexico, …
On diversity, I say the more the merrier
Enchanting as San Miguel is to us—the intimacy, climate, our beautiful ranch and the dear friends we have here—it still does the mind and soul good to escape periodically to the larger playpen of a bigger city, a really big city.What is it about a big city that thrills, despite the obvious drawbacks of crowds …
Of crime, impunity and powerlessness
Last Tuesday I attended a funeral mass at the church in Sosnavar, a hardscrabble village two kilometers from us, for Eduardo Arzola Chávez, age 30, whom I'd never met but somehow felt some connection to. He'd been shot to death a couple of days before.The small church was packed. Seemingly everyone in town had shown …
Episode No. Three: About stray kittens, kind neighbors, and how good karma really works
About ten days ago Stew and I took off for Chicago, our home for thirty years, in equal parts to visit old friends and also to get away from the stress caused us by the ongoing legal brawl over a developer trying to steal some land from us.In flagrante delicto: Workers puttingup a stone wall to …
Lawlessness and disorder in Mexico: A real-life soap opera with several nasty episodes, Part 2
It all began ten years ago, when the surveyor marked the boundaries of our newly purchased land so the fence guy could get to work. The young surveyor—the son-in-law of the old rancher who sold us the land—advised us to leave a setback fifteen meters wide in front, in case the state wanted to widen …
El Rancho Santa Clara 