Part I: Returning from a Bumpy Ride Our plane touched down at SJO at 1 pm. And we made our way through familiar lines and aimed towards home. It had been a combined business pleasure trip for me – teaching and family gathering. For Frank, a Canadian who rarely...
On Friday morning, June 19, I hoped to get an early start to the Osa from my place – but even starting at 5 a.m., I wasn’t finally packed until 10 a.m. I put the little paintings I had done in a box and into my car, along with luggage and paint supplies...
The Occupy movement is alive, credible and growing in the United States and the world. International in scope, the Occupy movement began just a few months ago in New York City, followed by San Francisco. A few weeks later the protests had spread to 95 cities across 82...
I pulled a red plastic chair nearer to the edge of my ‘infinity deck’ and sat down to look out over the city. There was San Isidro below with city lights getting brighter as the tropical evening made its startlingly sudden switch to night. It was Christmas...
I’ve much to say but not much time or willingness to say it. I find myself overwhelmed, but continuing to move along bit by bit. Probably I bit off more than I could chew (and those of you who know me well are nodding your heads) – and find myself stepping...
