meaning making
First, some context. Taxi drivers complained and raised a ruckus to prevent Uber from bringing disruption to Panamá. Other than airport taxis, where fares are regulated, there are no set fares and taxis don’t have meters. If you flag a taxi on the street, you should negotiate price up front. And have in mind what… Continue reading How to Haggle with a Panamanian Taxi Driver
Taboga is a small island on the Pacific side of Panamá. It’s a forty-five minute ferry ride from the Amador Causeway, in Panamá City. I hadn’t been to the island since I was a kid growing on the Isthmus. But it came to mind as I planned my first trip in two years to check… Continue reading Dispatches from Taboga
How to receive a random act of kindness.
“Life Is Like Riding a Bicycle. To Keep Your Balance You Must Keep Moving.”~ Albert Einstein, from a letter Einstein wrote to his son Eduard dated February 5, 1930 Low 60s, 45% humidity. Gorgeous morning in Austin!
“Be yourself, everyone else is already taken”. ~ Oscar Wilde
In my first memory of being vaccinated, I wasn’t quite 6 years old. Early 1970s. The nurse, a tall man dressed completely in white except for shiny black shoes, set a stainless steel tray of paraphernalia on a table beside me. He sat on a stool which he rolled up to me and injected one… Continue reading My First Vaccination
It seems I mark the eras of my life not so much by the years, but by the canine companions I shared time with.
“Trauma is not what happens to us, but what we hold inside in the absence of an empathetic witness.”~ Dr. Peter A. Levine Beautiful way of explaining how the nervous system works and the difference it can make to have someone be fully present. https://www.facebook.com/517217658/posts/10158917456287659/?d=n
Life as a storytelling activity.
Warning: this story isn’t for the squeamish. My sister lived with me for a few years in Tallahassee while she studied at Florida State University. We shared a two-bedroom, one bath apartment on the ground floor of a fourplex in a leafy neighborhood close to downtown. One night, I roused from bed by a commotion… Continue reading Sibling Story, not for the Squeamish