the Mexicans
March 3, 2017
The Mexicans worked hard. They had wives and sweethearts back home and pictures of kids in their wallets. … More the Mexicans
Category: Mexico
The Village of Witches
January 25, 2014
We went looking for a village of witches. We passed a man with a machete. A donkey. A sign said go back this is an active volcano but nobody went back. People put up signs that said viva el revolultion which we could read even though our Spanish is bad. Masks hung on walls, on … More The Village of Witches
The sun always shines in Algeria
January 8, 2012
It’s a mistake not to leave Oregon at least for a little while in the winter, and so we’re thinking about a trip. I’m reading A Moveable Feast. I want to go to Paris in the 20s but clearly that will not work out. When I went to Paris I met a woman named Beatrice … More The sun always shines in Algeria
Oregon in the winter
November 27, 2010
> My mother is in Hawaii and my kids are packing for Mexico. Here the winter sky is gray almost every day. It’s gray and bleak and we live like people buried beneath plastic, like someone has stretched a plastic tarp over our heads and all we can do is wait for it to stop. … More Oregon in the winter
>internalizing repression
April 13, 2008
Today I posted the first page of my new manuscript, Watching Rhonda Honey, on my website. The first page is about being raised Catholic. I’m glad I was raised Catholic, let me say that right now. It did three things that I like. It made me psychologically complicated, which is useful for a writer. It … More >internalizing repression
>no witches, but food
January 11, 2008
We went to a town near the volcano called Fuego, which means fire. People say that there are witches in the town. We didn’t find any, but we did find a good restaurant.
>who would have guessed
December 23, 2007
I thought I couldn’t write here. I thought maybe my writing required a cynical state of mind and I can’t feel cynical here, on the Jalisco Coast of Mexico, but today I wrote three pages of my novel, Finding Rhonda Honey. Last night we went to a drag show here in this little town. The … More >who would have guessed
>not a secret
December 22, 2007
I’m on the Jalisco coast, in a town called La Manzanilla. I used to keep the name a secret, but the town isn’t a secret really, so there it is. La Manzanilla. It’s December and I am wearing my flip flops. If I look up, I can see the ocean.
>mexico
January 14, 2007
> In the morning, a thousand roosters crow.
