Something Has Gone Terribly Wrong

I married well. My husband is an excellent cook, is not a drunk, brings home the bacon when no one else can find any, does not mention hardly ever mentions my weight, plays the piano and the flute, is an intellectual and does not mind I ain’t, and does not watch...

About Last Night

or: Nurturing Cultural Intercourse and the Integrity of English in Central America Written by guest author, el Profesor de Inglés, Hal:The school is a single room concrete block building up in the hills behind Santa Ana in Costa Rica. It’s poorly lit and cheaply...

Great News and, um, Interesting News

The great news is that this morning I walked into Ryan’s room at around 5am because there was a funny noise. He was sleeping with his MOUTH SHUT and sorta snoring through his nose. The tamponas have a tube running down the middle of them to help breathe. THEY...

The Smartest Man I Know

This is how my husband talks: “Gold’s principle value as money to everyone but bankers and politicians is that it cannot be called into existence at will to purchase votes. We are not talking about the value of gold, per se. Of course a peanut butter...

“Seems Like Forever.”

This is Hal’s answer when someone asks how long we’ve been married. Funny, huh? But it hasn’t been forever. It’s only been 17 years, as of today: Groundhog’s Day 2008. Groundhog’s Day 1991, we got married at sunset on our little...

Pobrecitos!

Hal and Mo went to Samara yesterday to an Air Festival put on by The Flying Crocodile. They drove, took about six hours from what I can figure. Hal emailed me this morning: Hi,Got in yesterday around 5:30. Got to the airport at about sundown. Going there again today....

“They’re all in love with me.”

I always know when Hal has a new tica girlfriend. He’s so obvious. Take this BIG bunch of bananas for instance. BIG clue. Hal doesn’t eat bananas. He doesn’t even like them unless they are fried in buddah and served hot with ice cream and melted...