Your partner is going to need you more than ever because she will be pouring all of herself, body, heart, mind and soul into keeping that little baby alive and meeting its needs for the first year at least of … Continue reading →
From the first bloom of the showiest flower Come the seeds for all varieties and colours of love. The big blooms of the sunniest days Which, like day-lilies, litter the ground tomorrow; Those that cling to the earth through the … Continue reading →
Submitted to the Vicki Gabereau show on CBC Radio in competition for a book. They wanted a love story. I won the book. My family’s love story of the year concerns my Great Aunt Esther. At 75, she’d been through … Continue reading →
It strikes me upon crossing the border from Guatemala into Mexico that the two countries are built on different scales. Mexico is big: the bus is bigger, it goes longer distances, it is designed for bigger people. The landscape is … Continue reading →
I feel a little worried about the cold snap in Guatemala. Twenty-one homeless people have frozen to death in the Guatemala City, and I’m slightly concerned that my blood, thinned by Managua’s heat, may make me another victim. From the … Continue reading →
I’m back on the cattle raising co-op near Nandaime with my brother Mike this time, setting out on horseback to see the herd – wide fields, big sky. Terencio and Andrés, lanky, with their dark, lined faces and floppy-brimmed cloth … Continue reading →
Before I left Nicaragua, I had some dental work done. I guess I picked the right dentist. “Do you know who that was?” he asked, referring to the patient before me. “That’s the wife of Jaime Wheelock,” (one of the … Continue reading →
My brother and I, a friend from Montreal, and other old and new friends spent Christmas 1987 on the beach at San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua. The three of us exchanged gifts, each of us thereby receiving a shirt. There … Continue reading →
I took my first steps toward home before Christmas when I went to San José, Costa Rica, to meet my brother, and again when I saw him off three weeks later. The centre of San José looks like an American … Continue reading →
This brings me to another impression: this really is a popular, i.e. “of the people”, armed revolution. A lot of people have government-issue guns and are protecting their land from the Contras. Many more know how to use them. “Power … Continue reading →
