Nacimos. Vos con los autitos, y nosotras con muñecas. Muñecas. Siempre me pareció extraño que el nombre del juguete es también una articulación indispensable. Tu papá te vio jugar con nosotros – jugar a ser papá, a ser responsable, a ser hombre de familia – y abrió la boca para imponer la ley. “Sacale la … Continue reading Nacimos – #8M
Lo que es
No es que extrañe mi país, dice, y patea la nieve con una bota desaliñada. Pero a veces pienso en su tierra colorada, la boca roja del río, los saltos dorados a la luz del sol. La lluvia de oro con flores que flotan suspendidas, como si el tiempo se detuviera con el viento. No es … Continue reading Lo que es
And just like that, 2016 is over. So much happened this year on the world stage, a lot (ok, most) of it unpleasant; but on a personal level, it's actually been quite a successful year. It's been a bit hard to document at the end of blog posts, though, so here's a post devoted to the writing-related … Continue reading 2016 roundup
Moddi and the music of our time
The first time I heard a song by Moddi, I was on a mattress in my friend’s house half-listening to the TV that was on a rare music channel. There were people talking in the room, loud enough that when I caught the beginning of Let the Spider Run Alive I had to spring up … Continue reading Moddi and the music of our time
When summer was still alive, we left our candle-lit tents and made our way to a clearing lined by the dark shapes of the Lithuanian forest. There’s something special in being involved in the rituals of other cultures—in being a spectator to something that carries so much. To experience the swaying movement, the closed eyes, … Continue reading From Before
Vilnius was built in a forest, and trees hug its walls as it rises in their midst, red roofs painting a stretch of autumn foliage in the midst of the deep green. Forest ripples and stretches out on the horizon, rising slightly over the city level, as if nature is refusing to be outdone by man-made … Continue reading Forestation
why leaving is the thing to do
because sometimes the soil is loved just as well when under the toes of memory sometimes being there means less the presence and more the weight of love and sometimes love is something I do best when standing far away sometimes when we commit to each other – we only break further away because I … Continue reading why leaving is the thing to do
Half-Dwarves in Narnia and the Colonial Mestizo
"Doctor Cornelius!" cried Caspian with joy, and rushed forward to greet his old master. Everyone else crowded round. "Pah!" said Nikabrik. "A renegade Dwarf. A half-and-halfer! Shall I pass my sword through its throat?" "Be quiet, Nikabrik," said Trumpkin. "The creature can't help its ancestry." The book Prince Caspian, fourth in The Chronicles of Narnia … Continue reading Half-Dwarves in Narnia and the Colonial Mestizo
The Liebster Award!
Something wonderful happened last week: this blog was nominated for a Liebster Award by Laura at Caledon Acres! Thank you so much for thinking of this little blog and its stories. It's wonderful to know that they're being enjoyed. I'm very happy to accept it... and to answer all the fun questions that come along with … Continue reading The Liebster Award!
The Boys in the Soccer Field (and what they did there)
We meet them in an empty soccer field: a dusty rectangle between a maize field and a house abandoned in mid-construction. There’s some confusion as we try to figure out a place to sit – the dirt is still somewhat damp from the morning’s drizzle – but then most huddle together on the dirt with … Continue reading The Boys in the Soccer Field (and what they did there)