Migration
I lost my sense of time in that clearing. The moments I spent there were far too brief, but for all I know I was there for hours. That...
Profile: Nicky
Nicky and I met in a crumbling hostel in Merida. It was just after New Year’s and we were disheveled and hot and sticky in our bunks. We...
Steps
It’s an amazing thing, transformation. A dear (and much more eloquent) friend of mine likens wounded people to locusts—we fly and feed...
The island on the edge of the world
The sea goes on forever. I wiggle my toes in the impossibly soft white sand under a layer of clear water only a few inches deep. This...
Into the Clouds
In a semi-surprise move, I left the arid landscape of San Miguel to join Christine and Antoine as they whisked (or more accurately,...
Waking up in San Miguel Allende
Waking up here is waking up to happiness. Fruit trees drape their branches over my second-storey balconette in a daily invitation to pick...
Family among strangers
It’s another overcast morning here in Mexico City. Antoine, Christine, and I have just finished our breakfast of scrambled eggs, chorizo,...
