Life from Canada to Latin America, one word at a time.
I celebrated my 30th birthday on Thursday night. Confession: it was not really my birthday, nor am I turning thirty. Rather, for a variety of reasons and crises, my real thirtieth birthday was not the celebration I had hoped it would be. So, we decided to redo it, and in the process, restart the decade.
Happy Birthday Pablo Neruda! Thank you for your work of making the ordinary extraordinary. Ode to Life The whole night, armed with an axe, has overwhelmed me with grief, but the dream passed by washing, like dark water, bloodied stones. Today I am alive again, Again, I wake you, life, on my shoulders, Oh life,
So, one of the things I do in Mampuján that was not part of my job description is serve as official photographer for all birthday parties. Besides taking all of the photos, I sometimes also make the cake, or at least try to teach people how to make their own cake. I am now an
There is a popular article circulating around the internet about the 30 things every woman should have and know by the time they are 30. As someone who is preparing for an especially intense annual birthday crisis on June 16, I read the article with interest, only to find myself almost laughing out loud. The
Anna L. Vogt 