Spanish healthcare chronicles: the chiropractor
The chiropractor was next. I never would have looked for one if I hadn’t had a shooting pain in my hip with every step I took. I tried an exercise ball and alignment exercises before I decided that maybe I should get it checked out. Continue reading Spanish healthcare chronicles: the chiropractor
Happy Thanksgiving!
It’s just another day here in Spain. It’s strange celebrating holidays that aren’t celebrated in our country of residence. The world around us zips by at its normal pace while we baste a turkey or set off fireworks and grill burgers. Once, I even celebrated Christmas in North Africa. That was the strangest of all. Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving!
Not where I belong
I’m excited to return to Spain, to find a new normal that doesn’t feel like an in-between normal. But I want to weep when I think of leaving behind my beloved in-between. Continue reading Not where I belong
Weddings and the Wild West
Two weddings in two weeks. Whew. They were lovely weddings. Both fairly small and fairly simple. One was a dear friend’s wedding; the other, my baby sister’s. One couple puttered away in an old car; the other roared off in a helicopter on what turned out to be an unfortunately windy day. Continue reading Weddings and the Wild West
Fall
Alive and snapping air/
Orange, yellow, red apples/
Orange, yellow, red trees/
And unraked piles of leaves Continue reading Fall
In its season
There was nothing to do except try to fall back asleep. But trying was like sweeping up a pile of ants: as soon as I gathered my thoughts, they ran every which way and I started to panic because I knew I needed sleep to face my to-do list for tomorrow. Continue reading In its season
Today is a lovely day
Today is a lovely day, /
Where the sprightly green of e.e. cummings /
Is disappearing /
With drops of gold and red /
From God’s paintbrush. Continue reading Today is a lovely day
Happy fall!
Crisp fall air. Charcoal smoldering in a grill. A porch swing caught in a breeze, beckoning. Drying corn along quiet country roads. Baby giggles. Sun-scented laundry. Family wedding plans… Continue reading Happy fall!
Mr. Rochester
I don’t know his name /
But just suppose it’s Mr. Rochester /
Who /
Doesn’t hide his melancholy from the world. Continue reading Mr. Rochester
Obeying when it doesn’t make sense
Obeying when it doesn’t make sense is a struggle for me. Is it for you too? Continue reading Obeying when it doesn’t make sense
