Last Sunday afternoon during our weekly walk on Totoralillo Beach—a three-minute drive from our home—I found a piece of sea glass. Emerald green, like a Sprite or Perrier water bottle. Still more glittery than glistening. Not cutting-edge sharp, but not rounded smooth either. I’m reminded that, like writer-blogger Bernadette Noll, “I want to age like…
The glory of the Chilean Navy, the naval sail-training ship Esmeralda, anchored in our port city of Coquimbo a couple of weeks ago, in celebration of the holiday known as Glorias Navales (Glories of the Navy) or more popularly “21 de Mayo.” My husband and I had a chance to remember the story of the…
Yes, that’s right—on this International Women’s Day, I’m looking for some older women in my life. With only two blood relatives in that category—God bless them—I need a few more to call “aunt.” Everybody does! Do you mind? Oh, does it make you feel old? Or you don’t want to make me to feel too…
