I roll the wine around on my tongue like a bullet, imagining it clacking against my teeth until I swallow it; until it does the job a bullet would and blots out the pain.
In certain circles that I belonged to not so long ago this would be normal. My own mother, once, advised a white pill on a wave of whiskey to help me sleep – no, to help me stop thinking – on my Facebook page no less.
“It took a lot of gin to get over her,” a boyfriend told me once, his words like the shaft of a…
I love Panama, Boquete especially. Nearly every day I see a rainbow. Now, during the rainy season, it’s usually sunny in the mornings then clouds over and rains in the afternoon, leaving the valley where I live at the base of a volcano lush, green, and incredibly verdant.
Although I have recently…
It was the last week of edits before I would send off my first cookbook manuscript to the printer. I was stressed out, and trying to make pie wasn’t helping.
I am not a baker. Up to that point, I’m not sure I had ever made my own piecrust. Baking requires a precision that is often lost on me; if you mess up a sauce, there are dozens of ingredients you can throw into it to balance out, complement or drown out a flavor. If you mess up something you’re about to bake, the gods of…
I sat in a crowded mini bus. People pressed past me to stand in the aisle, barely large enough for a child to squeeze by. With each person, I tried to fold my shoulders inward and change the shape of the bag in my lap, trying to make more room. The bag objected – it meowed.
I was on my way to Changuinola on public transportation from Almirante, a trash-filled coastal village that is the gateway to the Bocas del Toro archipelago of islands of Panama, on the Caribbean Sea. Changuinola…Continue