Happiness. It's relative.
The tour guide said he was Mayan. He looked Mayan although I didn’t know what that meant exactly. He talked about being short and about his Mayan nose, calling it a Roman nose. He also talked about language, how he grew up speaking Mayan… Continue Reading “Stuck in My Head”
I had resolved to be spare, to be modest in my wants, to be basic in a place of indulgence. But one thing I wanted with all my heart on this odd cruise to Cozumel with an old friend was to swim in the… Continue Reading “Gifted”
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