Things That Do Not Go Bump in the Night

Every morning before breakfast my husband dust mops the house while I cook breakfast— God, I love that man.  (He also does dishes, but I don’t want to make you too jealous.) One morning on his rounds he called me outside to our wide porch. “Look,” he said, pointing at the corner of the veranda.“WhatContinue reading “Things That Do Not Go Bump in the Night”

21 Ways You Know You’ve Lived in Rural Costa Rica Longer than “A While”

  This piece first appeared in The Costa Rican Times  August 19, 2013. It appears to have taken on a life of its own; so far it’s had 55 shares on the CRT website and who knows how many others after that. We write and send our babies out into the world where they eitherContinue reading “21 Ways You Know You’ve Lived in Rural Costa Rica Longer than “A While””

Cédula Renewal Wars

Last week my husband and I endeavored to renew our Costa Rican cédulas de residencia, the national ID card. I called the Banco BCR hotline, BCRCITA (900-003-4639), for an appointment. Aside from the call costing 300 colones a minute, and being immediately put on hold because, “dear customer, all available operators are busy, please beContinue reading “Cédula Renewal Wars”

This, Our Year of Renewal

Allowing official documents to lapse in Costa Rica is a nightmare, which is why I keep close tabs on them. When I saw four items pop up on my computer’s calendar this past January, I groaned. My poor husband asked what was wrong. When I explained, he wasn’t very sympathetic but he never deals withContinue reading “This, Our Year of Renewal”

Present Tense, Two Memoirs

I am a serial reader, so more often than not I have at least two books on my bedside table (or on my Kindle). This past week I finished reading two debut memoirs, Torre DeRoche‘s Love With A Chance of Drowning and Liz Stephens‘ The Days Are Gods. These are vastly different, these two memoirs,Continue reading “Present Tense, Two Memoirs”

Gilbert, McPhee, Lamott, and the Shitty First Draft

“If you lack confidence in setting one word after another and sense that you are stuck in a place from which you will never be set free, if you feel sure that you will never make it and were not cut out to do this, if your prose seems stillborn and you completely lack confidence,Continue reading “Gilbert, McPhee, Lamott, and the Shitty First Draft”

Ants, and A Mild Case of Insanity

If I can get rid of ants, anyone can. As those of you who read this blog know, we live in the jungle. I’ve often said our kitchen is one inch from nature; one inch is the thickness of our single-wall constructed house and our native hardwood flooring. The One Inch precept has made me aContinue reading “Ants, and A Mild Case of Insanity”