The Silence Between Two Rivers

I call myself the Silence Between Two Rivers because I inherit two large streams of humanity. The stories of our interconnections are not well told, for the most part. And the pressure to choose one side or another of my identity is real. And tedious. And not nearly as interesting to me as the territory in between.

1988: Para Empezar

it was 1988 the morning after a thunderstorm that washed part of the mountainside down i caught my first sight of Ajijic. my plane arrived late, and the first i knew of Mexico was rich tropical air, and then, the white-painted waists of roadside trees in the heavy, sub-tropical night. i woke in a room…

Walking the Dark

Just read another blog, from another friend, speaking about yet one more experience of darkness. One more person who appears so bright, who turns out to be struggling. I guess that’s it. When we walk in the darkness, we might forget that, to others, we are a light. So, in this new year, just want…