Belize Back Country II: Spanish Lookout and San Ignacio on The Road to Xunantunich

Posted on June 25, 2012 by unpackedwriter.com

“Are you sure you want to stop here?” Mischa asked, as we motored our flame emblazoned pickup into Spanish Lookout in Belize’s Cayo District. After driving from Dangriga to the Blue Hole, the road to Xunantunich (said, ZooNAANtooNitch) took us … Continue reading →

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Family Orchard

Posted on June 4, 2012 by unpackedwriter.com

Nothing for me, unpacks homegrown memory like apples. And my dad jogged that memory by bringing a box of apples from Western New York this May. I grew up in an apple orchard. There is a picture of me as … Continue reading →

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Scorpions in the Shower

Posted on May 23, 2012 by unpackedwriter.com

Yesterday, I had the kind of day that included:

• a 7 AM parking lot tutoring session for daughter #1

• the announcement: “Mommy, I tied a cherry stem with my tongue…” (–for the 7th time. We’re going for ten. Every talent counts.)

• early school drop-off both girls

• a gym run to attempt to squeeze an hour work out into 30 minutes

• helping 6th grade tie dye (and I didn’t get any on me!)

• chiropractic

• interviewing a state representative, who stopped our interview to ask if we could pray

• tutoring again

• the 20th reminder: “Red Vines are not a food group.”

• meeting with a doctor/state representative and group of women to understand what the legislature has done to women’s health rights (this list is too small and nice to get into this here…)

• shooing the dog off the top of the table when she thought lights out meant the pastries were fair game

• thoughts of a Margarita, rocks and ice, the whole nine yards

At least by midnight there were no more scorpions in the shower.

Dancing in the Stream: a Meditation on Yup’ik Eskimo Dancing

Posted on May 21, 2012 by unpackedwriter.com

Starting in 1989 I taught in a remote Yup’ik Eskimo and Athabascan Indian Villages in Alaska. I have been working on a memoir about those years for over half a decade. I sometimes refer to my time in Alaska as … Continue reading →

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Yesterday, I had the kind of day that included:

• a 7 AM parking lot tutoring session for daughter #1

• the announcement: “Mommy, I tied a cherry stem with my tongue…” (–for the 7th time. We’re going for ten. Every talent counts.)

• early school drop-off both girls

• a gym run to attempt to squeeze an hour work out into 30 minutes

• helping 6th grade tie dye (and I didn’t get any on me!)

• chiropractic

• interviewing a state representative, who stopped our interview to ask if we could pray

• tutoring again

• the 20th reminder: “Red Vines are not a food group.”

• meeting with a doctor/state representative and group of women to understand what the legislature has done to women’s health rights (this list is too small and nice to get into this here…)

• shooing the dog off the top of the table when she thought lights out meant the pastries were fair game

• thoughts of a Margarita, rocks and ice, the whole nine yards

At least by midnight there were no more scorpions in the shower.

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