Voice of Another: Placeless in Lviv, Ukraine
This month marks two years since I began writing A Wayward Duck. If you’ve been with me since the beginning, you … Continue reading Voice of Another: Placeless in Lviv, Ukraine
Reflection on the Times
About a year and eight months ago, when the US presidential election was in full swing, I channeled everything I … Continue reading Reflection on the Times
Entering Escobar’s Circle
“We will not refer to him by name.” Our guide, Julio, sets some ground rules for the day. So far … Continue reading Entering Escobar’s Circle
Medellín: Climbing to New Heights
Nestled in the Andes Mountains, rising from the fertile Aburrá Valley, a sprawling metropolis emerges. Medellín. A once fractured amalgam … Continue reading Medellín: Climbing to New Heights
Pivot to Gran Colombia
On my last morning in Quito I shared coffee with a young man from New York on the rooftop terrace … Continue reading Pivot to Gran Colombia
The Pillars of Our Society: Final Days in Ecuador
I knew when leaving Quito that a new President of Ecuador would be at the helm upon my return. Being … Continue reading The Pillars of Our Society: Final Days in Ecuador
Until the Victory, Always
I meet Rafael in the Plaza Mayor of Trinidad. Sitting on a bench in the shade, toting a cowboy hat, … Continue reading Until the Victory, Always
Life in the Casas of Cuba
Charming hosts. Comfy accommodation. Colorful decor. Fruit platters. Rich coffee. Conversations over rum. Tiny birds in wicker cages. These are … Continue reading Life in the Casas of Cuba
The Island that Resisted
After perusing the streets of Havana for an hour, we find our car. It is a pink 1956 Ford Thunderbird … Continue reading The Island that Resisted
My Letter from Cuba
I am pushing a pastel, blue-tinted 1956 Chevy Plymouth through the streets of Havana. To my right I am flanked … Continue reading My Letter from Cuba
