I have moved enough times in recent years to make my belongings suspicious of cardboard boxes. Eastern Townships of Quebec…
Suspicion does not age well in the tropics. It ferments. Add heat, humidity, and too much time on your hands,…
I’ve reached that golden age where confusion no longer startles me. It just mildly offends me. I don’t ask questions…
Coffee is the only addiction where, instead of an intervention, people buy you mugs with slogans. “But first, coffee.” “Coffee…
Here’s the thing about Costa Rica. Most people think they understand it after a beach chair, a zip line, and…
The Costa Rican jungle wakes up long before humans do, and it does so without asking permission. The air hangs…
January used to mean layers. Serious layers. The kind where you dress like an overstuffed sausage just to take the…
Trees have a funny way of inserting themselves into our lives without ever asking permission. They stand there while childhood…
It’s a bit amusing, really. I’m sitting here by my pool in Costa Rica, soaking in humidity like it’s a…
If life were a baseball game, most of us would be hitting nothing but curveballs. Some days it feels like…