Pick a Language

Last week it seemed as if I almost killed a guy in my, what is now, weekly yoga class.  It was hardly my fault due to the fact that I think the major problem was the fact that he couldn’t understand me.
There seem to be many people here on the island that can’t speak English [...]

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Ave Maria and the Buttercream-Colored Girl

Or ‘How I know I’m not in Minnesota anymore’.
Stop signs are optional. 
This was discovered back during the white knuckle days of learning to navigate the streets.  There is one particular stop sign in the big city where everybody just kind of rolls on by.  I do it, too, but the initial thrill has worn off. 
In the beginning [...]

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The Italian Wife

This week there has been one item in the world news that I find too interesting to ignore.  Pulling up my daily news sites and scanning quickly through the international section, I skim the posts about war and politics until I come to what has now become a daily treat of ‘he said, she said’.
The failure of a marriage gone wrong [...]

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