Though I looked American, I was not; I was a sort of clandestine foreigner.
A couple of weeks ago, our rescue Lab, Kumba, and I participated in a Loggerhead Marine Center fundraiser, a virtual four-mile race called Run 4 The Sea. We walked our own local route and were 141st out of 183 participants. The 2021 Run 4 The Sea raised about $30,000 for sea turtles!
Salsa, singing, Spanish, hip-hop male water ballet, fire-escape choreography, the streets of New York City … Jon M. Chu’s film of Lin-Manuel Miranda’s In the Heights had everything we needed to celebrate this year.
Robert and Nancy Amerson, Cape Cod So, Nancy, what did you do while you were overseas?A question posed to my mother, Nancy Robb Amerson, at a Cape Cod dinner party of accomplished retirees Here’s what she wrote in 2004 about that encounter. Nothing Feeling wicked, I found myself answering, “Nothing.” I don’t usually consider myself…
When I first spotted the little bird, I thought it was one of the lizards that flash their orange neck fan for the girl lizards to see, or, more likely, to show off to the other male lizards while the girls just roll their eyes.
It was touch and go for a couple of days, but, thanks to Alison‘s guidance, Kumba’s resilience, and Pancho’s excellent guest manners, the dogs figured out how to share us, our home, walks, and even ... (I am not suggesting this, but it was something that happened organically along the end of Week One) drinking out of each other’s water bowls.
From March 2020 through Friday, my husband and I ate only what I prepared for us at home. I’m pleased to have managed our nutrition very well, and our recent bloodwork shows that we are holding our own against disease. I’ll write a post on nutrition another time to share some of the recipes and…
I should have been in that backseat, eyes forward, hands folded, as America vanished behind us, the self-contained, four-person unit jetting back into our Real World. Instead, here I was, stranded alone in America, astonished to find myself broken apart from the family unit with which I’d negotiated 18 years in Latin America, Europe, and the even stranger land of the Washington DC suburbs.
“ The silence that followed was the loudest sound I ever heard.”Micaela Watts, Memphis Commercial Appeal
I’ve begun wondering how long it will take us to forget how grateful we must be for the rest of our lives.