Every once in a while, this Covid-19 thing brings back flashes of Nicaragua, where I spent a good part of three years between 1983 and 1986, first as a cotton- and coffee-picking brigadista (that’s me with the shovel on latrine […]
It was a beautiful day to go nowhere. The sun was shining, birds were singing, and spring was in the air. But Claudia and Martin were bored having to stay in the house for another long day of quarantine until… […]
And so, I am asked, what is happening up there on your mountain top? What has changed? And I have to sit and think for a moment. Holding back my thoughts from taking flight with the birds singing is the […]
It’s been two weeks since I’ve been out on the street. It really has. Hard to believe isn’t it? Hunkering down at home has become the norm for me. After incredulity and a kind of grieving process for normality, acceptance […]
I woke up today, the first day of a five day Easter Holiday, to some very loud Spanish rap from the building behind mine, the news that Bernie Sanders had dropped out of the U.S. presidential race, and a sweep […]
A few days ago, I received a message from a friend in Maryland who works for the county government. “Does lockdown work?” She asked, knowing I was in Spain, where we went into lockdown just over three weeks ago. Constituents […]
The Basque language seems inscrutable! When you first look at Basque language it appears an unfathomable language full of X’s, Z’s and K’s – all those letters that you don’t want to be left with after a game of Scrabble! It […]
Many, many years ago, before you were born, in the year 2020 the world stood still. Very still, for months on end. You see, there was a virus, a terrible virus, it started in China and then spread throughout the […]
One bright summer morning I decide to take my bike and venture down towards the beach. At first I start off slowly, my legs feeling heavy, but soon I pick up speed as I spin down the hill, the wind […]
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