The pictures on our bedroom wall each contain at least one memory—a captured spirit or ghost, if you will.
On September 11, I logged into Facebook and found myself scrolling past a minefield of 9/11-themed posts. I bristled each time I saw “never forget,” that war cry without an exit plan. I hated that this national tragedy had come to be an excuse for revenge, and was frightened by how nationalism has hijacked patriotism. […]
I learned something about community from the dogs in Nicaragua. Thirteen years ago, Bob and I found ourselves managing a vacation lodge on a 3200-acre Caribbean island without police or doctors. We lived in small house inside a large chain link compound. Six dogs served as security guards. The first time one of the dogs […]
On our way out of Nicaragua, I took the opportunity to interview myself. Here are the results: I: How does it feel to be leaving Nicaragua after living and working on a remote island community for 7 months? MYSELF: I have an odd mixture of feelings at this moment, as I sit in the Managua […]
For a number of reasons, Bob and I are no longer managing Casa Iguana on Little Corn Island. Most notable of those reasons was being on call 24-hours a day with little or no uninterrupted time. A secondary factor was our inability to adapt ourselves to the role of hospitality hosts. And then there was […]