Guatemala has a terrible crime problem—or at least the perception of a terrible crime problem which is supported by seemingly credible statistics. I don’t think of myself as a worrier, but the first few weeks I laid awake at night… Read More ›
Places we’ve been
Perspective
I didn’t see this coming. Pat and I went by boat this week to San Juan, the small neighboring town of artisans–weavers, predominately. Throughout town, in houses-turned-stores, women gather in collectives to sell wares they make at home. They pick… Read More ›
Shabbat Shalom: Jerusalem, Israel
Last fall, I began a book about a Jewish woman from Bratislava. One scene involved Friday evening dinner. I stopped writing, and realized how unprepared I was to describe this. Of course, I turned to Google and bingo… Shabbat of a… Read More ›
Arrival Day: San Marcos La Laguna, Lake Atitlan
I realized this week, I need to roll back the clock, arrive in San Marcos, and relive that first day. Finally we have found our groove so let’s start over. We came to Lake Atitlan from Antigua by shuttle to… Read More ›
The Boxing School: Havana, Cuba
What I remember most is the boy in the blue flowered shorts. He looked no older than nine as he stood in the corner and stared at gloves bigger than his head. When the coach yelled, “Box” he danced to… Read More ›
The World In Between 