Expat in Costa Rica

Written in turtle blood: a story about the value of earth care I am going to tell a story, about a story a turtle told to me in a language that is not of words.  I read it in the evidence she left us in the form of her own blood, body organs (either uterus… Read more: A Leatherback Turtle’s Story 

My cat, Sylvester, loved to sit on the dining room table while I wrote. I heard something on the radio about Truman Capote saying he always left his diaries lying around open. He said what’s the use of writing something if no one is going to read it. Whether or not this is really what… Read more: Keep a Diary

Thank God for Coffee. In the morning it gives me a bright outlook on the day. I sip strong Costa Rican coffee while writing morning pages and reading Psalms and Proverbs. Allotting my first waking moments to this ritual gives me a sense of empowerment. I can say to the world’s troubles, “Back off! Coffee… Read more: Coffee Culture

People who travel a lot tend to lose their sense of patriotic pride in a country of origin. Even before I left the United States, I felt a sense of hyphenated identity because of my job as an English as Second Language teacher. I identified strongly with my students and made friends with many of… Read more: BETWEEN TWO WORLDS