Malcolm knew when to come in and when to leave About fifteen or sixteen years ago when we'd barely fenced in our land and begun construction of the house, a pack of six or seven stray dogs, among them an ingratiating curly-tailed orange mutt we named Malcolm, showed up each morning looking for food. Pretty …
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The smells of spring
We'll take the rain no matter what it smells like "Petrichor" is one of those five-dollar words that you might fling at someone you are trying to impress, or put off, at a church picnic. It describes the earthy, pleasant smell when rain dampens dry soil. This morning on the way to the coop to …
Chicken Liberation
A cluck-cluck here and a cluck-cluck there Several years ago, Stew and I came upon a traffic accident we didn't quickly forget. A semi-truck filled with what must have been hundreds, maybe thousands, of chickens caged in wire compartments had just overturned and its load had turned into a bloody pile of dead and wounded …
Learning to speak in tongues
The most important trick is a dash of chutzpah After watching my mom struggle with English when she came from Cuba, Stew go mano a mano with Spanish after we moved to Mexico 20 years ago, and my own experiences learning English at age 14, I've concluded that neither perfect grammar nor a flawless pronunciation …
Dogs and Cats are on the Menu
Served with sides of racism and xenophobia about immigration If we all could get past the sheer lunacy of Trump's assertion that Haitian immigrants eat the dogs and cats of people of Springfield, Ohio, or destroy the local economy, this could be a propitious moment for both parties to inject some rational, fact-based thinking 0n …
This blogger is old
How i went from 'getting old' to 'being old' Lifestyle preachers may talk about "70 being the new 50" by profiling some 85-year-old guy who swims a mile a day in Lake Michigan in the middle of January. Such inspirational epistles never impressed us though. Less so after my husband Stew underwent serious spinal surgery …
Tamales: The agony and the ecstasy
Everyday Mexican cooking is easy, except when it ain't Between the pandemic lockdown and remodeling of our kitchen and terrace, we hadn't done any entertaining for more than two years, not that we were ever a couple of gay Martha Stewarts who would whip up a Beef Bourguignon, set out the fancy china and tableware …
Sweetums, time to get more honey
Our bees buzzed double-time during the lockdown Partial view of our state-of-the-art processing plant. After a hiatus of more than a year, Rancho Santa Clara's honey production is back in business, with a bumper harvest of dark amber honey that is also light and particularly sweet. The pause in production was caused by our manager …
The bees, and honey, are coming back
Yesterday, after two years of neglect that Stew blames on the Covid pandemic, political unrest in the U.S. and a misalignment of the stars, he and Gabriel, a local guy who's helping us with garden chores while the regular gardener Ulises paints the two bathrooms, went to check our four beehives, sitting forlorn amid the …
Our gardener's Texas odyssey and the self-defeating politics of U.S. immigration
It's been almost a year since our gardener Félix went to work in Texas, along with his brothers Juan and Sergio, all of them undocumented. This was Félix's fourth trip across the border. He was a teenager the first two times, and was detained and sent back the third time by Mexican cops, who stole …
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