Month: August 2018

A single mother sheltering from an abusive marriage on an experimental Costa Rican farm   I hate when she does that—hugs me from behind and cups a breast in each hand. But what can I do? She allows me to live on the finca as part of the commune and acts like a grandmother to … Continue reading Finca la Flor

A lighter entry…as Mother Earth News, Last Laugh, feature   “Hey, Rube, look at that man burning leaves," I said, squatting to my son’s eye level and pointing to the fire that almost singed an above-ground swimming pool. “What’s wrong with this picture?” My claim to immortality paused, thought. “He’s too close.” “What might happen?” … Continue reading Help for the Humor Deprived

It’s a long way up a 300 ft. wind turbine. But you don’t really know how tall that is until you have to ratchet yourself up the 250 rungs inside the stem of the wind flower. It’s what you call a ‘young man’s’ job. At an in-service, a couple of weeks ago, the kids called … Continue reading My Cave in the Sky