El Desierto de Pete Molinas Ante un hombre enamorado sálvese quien pueda. . . . Al llegar se encontró con dos cosas. Primero, brotó todo lo que plantó: la tierra, tanto tiempo abandonada y maltratada por animales, estaba rica en minerales y abono, el tamaño de sus plantas lo decía. Parecía que lo único que […]
On things irrelevant. My cousin Paula was in town last week. She’s a pediatrician with a doctorate in bioethics who teaches in Santiago, Chile. Bioethics I found out is a complex field that combines philosophy, history, theology, and law, with medicine, nursing, and health care. After greetings, the first thing she saw on the breakfast […]
Mi Antonía Manuel Taboada Si creen que le robé el título a Willa Cather, sin saber quién es, o peor, sabiendo quién era, o que el nombre está mal escrito, llegaron a conclusiones demasiado rápido, y todas equivocadas. La explicación no es larga y tiene su gracia, pienso yo, por lo tanto les ruego tengan […]
Remembering simpler times. Like many of my generation and those before me, I was lucky to be raised a free range kid. By the age of six, along with my brother Pablo who was four at the time, we roamed the river of our hometown during summertime—from dawn to dusk, in a huge wooden rowboat. […]
Some thoughts on the quality of life . . . Ask an educated person a complex question and be prepared for a thoughtful pause. Next, you will notice the eyes giving way to inner reflection, then perhaps you get a smile anticipating and welcoming the challenge. Later, much later, comes the precise reply. Ask the […]
En Octubre y con suerte, ya estará mi nuevo libro Popurrí, publicado. Aquí hay unos extractos para los que están interesados le tomen el gusto . . . Extractos “Otras veces llega de improviso, como una leona con la muela adolorida, tajante, afligida, clavando sus garras en el primero que se le acerca; entonces, sálvese […]
So, I wrote an answer to Ramiro Valdez’ essay titled “What makes me look like I don’t speak English,” published in the Denton Record Chronicle on Sunday 8-19-18. It turns out that it’s not only gringos that judge a person by looks: it’s everybody, and by the looks of it, it’s not going to change […]
Never too late. One day I asked my daughter what she wanted to be when she grew up. “An ocean wonderer” she said, casually. “Which kind?” I asked, thinking I would confuse her. “Both” she answered, without hesitation, “wonder and wander.” Now it was my turn to be surprised and I never forgot it. […]
No place like home. A year ago, a friend called inviting me to go fishing. We’d be going to a small Central American country in the Caribbean and staying on an island. “I’m in,” I said, and was fortunate enough to live to regret those words. Two days later we met in Houston and took […]
Mi trago favorito: el dino-sour. Grande, potente y no se conoce hace 65 millones de años.