Raven Series Part # 4 | Jump to Raven # 1 “Pato is crazy,” Raven said. She swallowed the last of her licuado. “That’s why I gave him the data to hide in the first place. So it’s not surprising we can’t find him.” “Otro, por favor,” she said to Ramón, the boy who ran the licuado cart,… Continue reading Rolling the Dice with Santa Sofía
Raven Series Part #3 | Jump to Raven # 1 Two fingers and a thumb clamped my nose shut. A hand sealed my mouth. I wrenched my head free and snatched a breath in the semi-darkness. I balled up my fists, but before I could strike the oxygen cleared my head and I saw Raven… Continue reading Raven and the Cenote Dream
Raven Series # 1 At the exact moment Raven drained her mango smoothie, wiped her mouth, and set her glass down, the buzz of a power tool shattered the morning quiet. The small, colorful birds that had been flitting around our rooftop garden vanished. Raven walked to the edge of the rooftop garden and looked… Continue reading Raven and the Mango Roadtrip
Raven Series #2 | Jump to Raven # 1 Raven stepped off the night bus. I followed her out, squinting both ways into the darkness. The highway was deserted. We started hiking southwest, toward the center of Tulum, our adopted home town. It was the end of our doubling back maneuver. After borrowing the kidnapper’s car, we’d… Continue reading Tables and Chairs, Ravens and Beans
Also: pay no attention to where you are going Three of us lurched down the narrow path carved into the dense forest. Weaving our way from one side of the path to the other, we paid no attention to the various squawks and rustlings produced by the creatures surrounding us. Having consumed an intemperate number of… Continue reading How to Almost Run into Massive Hippos (Hint: Be Drunk)
Rae and I pedaled as quickly as we could. Above us, the evening sky purpled toward evening. Beneath us, majestic, neon-bright iguanas serpentined through the clear water, their sinuous glowing tails trailing behind them like iridescent streamers chasing a comet. We pedaled with everything we had, fighting to maintain headway in the wide, algae-choked canal.… Continue reading Is My Iguana Dream Trying to Tell Me Something?
I’m a dinosaur. In this age of smart phones and online dictionaries, I own two physical dictionaries. You know, dictionaries. Big, heavy books filled with definitions. About as up-to-date as telephones that plug into the wall, sit on a shelf and stay inside when you leave the house. I have carted them across the United… Continue reading How My Daughter Succeeded Where Marie Kondo Failed
I went to Guatemala to study Spanish. Guatemala City is home to no fewer than three statues of Christopher Columbus. All three show him standing atop the globe. Riding buses and reading newspapers, I saw pictures of presidents, vice presidents, and ambassadors who looked like the man atop the globe. Most Guatemalans are of Mayan descent.… Continue reading The American Dream Costs You Your Life