Vignettes

Dodge Ball

Children gather into groupings like pool balls on a billiards table. One child stands on either end and tosses the rubber ball as the kids in the middle scatter and run. The smaller ones inevitably get pegged first, to shouts of “uno, dos, tres, cuatro.” After four hits they come to lean against the tall stone wall leading up to the raised sidewalk. One niño is more ambitious than the other children, jumping higher and running faster to dodge the ball and then angrily cursing, “miedra, miedra!” when he’s the second-to-last one out. Continue reading “Vignettes”

Family Living

I’ve recently moved in with a new family, a special way to spend my final month in Nicaragua. I’m enjoying getting to know the generations of family who share the home. The strength of familial relationships is, for me, one of the most appealing things about Latin culture. In my new home reside: grandma and grandpa, two sons – one of whom also lives with his pregnant wife and three children, and one daughter with her husband and young daughter. Visiting daily are other members of the family who live on the same street or close by. El abuelo, the grandpa, is an accomplished poet who shared some of his writing with me this morning. Continue reading “Family Living”

Crossroads

To what do you dedicate a life?  What do these two hands do each day?  Where do these two feet walk?  I find these thoughts spinning through my head as I walk these streets that now seem empty.

I feel as though I’ve been overstaying my welcome for years now.  I look back, and there’s so many gaps like this in between the moments that cause my soul to resonate.  Continue reading “Crossroads”