Where We Traipse and Meander

I sometimes wonder what life would’ve been like for me had I stayed in one place and not viewing my last home from a rear view mirror. What would it be like to belong to a community; a place where everyone knew each another? As a woman who has moved more than most, I often lookContinue reading “Where We Traipse and Meander”

Boredom Abounds, But Is That Bad?

  I’ve often marveled at my husband’s ability to find pleasure in the mundane. He finds projects around the house and property that need attention and applies himself to them without complaint. He is currently scraping, sanding, and repainting individual pickets on our veranda. On the other hand, I vocally suffer from what Dostoevsky referredContinue reading “Boredom Abounds, But Is That Bad?”

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”

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”

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”

Semana Santa, Crime Sprees, US Embassy Warnings, and a Grateful Expat

Yes, it that time again; Semana Santa, Holy Week, in which seemingly all the Central Valley descends on the two coasts of the country. The hotels are full, bars and restaurants are over flowing with customers, and we are staying in for the week. Yesterday there was a steady stream of traffic in front ofContinue reading “Semana Santa, Crime Sprees, US Embassy Warnings, and a Grateful Expat”

Film Reel Rolling Backward

A celluloid life is easier Splice and mend cut out the mistakes Erase the grief   The year I spent fucking my way across Europe Sam & Dave spilled out over pirate airwaves off the Isle of Man   Possibly that could be discarded Culls for the cutting room floor.   I was Mustang SallyContinue reading “Film Reel Rolling Backward”

Lost Without Translation

Costa Rica News – ”Stop the car!” I yelled at my husband. “Maybe that guy knows where the place is.”This is an all too familiar cry when we are driving anywhere in the Central Valley. We are both excellent drivers, but the bulk of the driving has fallen to him. I invariably ride shotgun, acting asContinue reading “Lost Without Translation”