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Milkweeds, Caterpillars, and Monarchs

Then came the warning, delivered with One Sunday, like so many others, we arrived for breakfast at my in-laws’ house. As usual, I stepped out into the garden to admire the plants growing as if all the lushness of the tropics had been condensed into that small corner...

In praise of insomnia

One of my earliest childhood memories is marked by the battle with insomnia. On those long nights, my mother, patient and resigned, would prepare me a cup of hot milk that she would baptize with a splash of wine. The remedy worked like the chorus of a Julio Iglesias...

Caring has a cost

The Bible relates that, before and during the crucifixion, Jesus was accompanied by three women: Mary, his mother, Mary Magdalene, and Mary of Clopas. It is not surprising that, two millennia later, the image of a caregiver is still feminine: a mother, an aunt, a...

In Praise of the Fly

Once, for four or five weeks, I was a fly nest. This happened when I was ten years old, during a vacation with my maternal grandparents, on a farm in San Carlos de Alajuela. Those were days of getting up early and milking cows next to spotted horses, small calves and...

Our giants

Sometimes, by accident, someone notices a shape, takes a photo, and raises the question: is it a bone or a piece of wood? A fossil or just another fragment of the landscape? The answer becomes a story—at least for those who know how to read the signs. Along a stretch...

The neighbors

The neighbors began to arrive at six o’clock. First a couple arrived with flowers; then another with a bottle of wine; then one more with sandwiches. They came two by two, smiling, generous, following the path of the garden. They celebrated the orchids on the...