It is Saturday evening, and in three weeks I fly to Mexico. The Pacific Coast. A dream job house sitting for a French Canadian friend for the summer in a tiny village that’s not even on the map. Then in the Fall I hope to stay on, finish the next book and the next..the next ..in a place far removed so far from the drug war zones.
When I was twenty-two, I left New York for Europe to begin a new life. Now decades later, I’m repeating the pattern, and it it is exciting. Scary, but good. It feels right.
Causes Maria Espinosa Supports
Amnesty International, KPFA, anything to ameliorate homelessness and to make shelters more livable