June 2010

Closing my eyes, my ears swell with the methodic whirr and buzz of the cicadas in the trees. The steady plop, plop of condensing water from the air conditioner strikes the wooden deck with a sizzle like fatback on a

Last night, my husband and I returned from visiting his grandfather who is recovering from a severe stroke. Over the weekend, watching the love his grandparents exchanged, I was reminded of an article I wrote in 2007 about Randy's other

If it weren’t for the tattered cardboard and tarp shacks tucked into every rock crevice, vomiting whatever fermented garbage they could no longer contain, the Colombian mountainside would’ve been the most beautiful place I’d ever seen. It was surrounded on

Chef Hector Gonzalez, the head cook of the orphanage, was supposedly the former sous chef for Hotel De La Opera: the fanciest hotel in Bogotá, Colombia. He did wear the squashed white hat and white outfit as he ladled up