
This weekend the weather shifted in Cabo. I know my Northeast friends will not feel particularly sorry for me but, I am cold. My husband thinks I have become a true Mexican, so acclimated to the climate here that the first “winter” winds send me inside for a sweatshirt. But it’s not true. I am not appearing at the stable every morning, as my Mexican compadres are, in long-sleeves and … Read More


The other day, while taking a walk in the desert, I had to stop twice. I wasn’t tired. I felt something in my shoe, sat down, took off my sneaker and shook it out. For good measure, I wiped the bottom of my sock. I started out again only to find myself still bothered by some small intrusion nagging my foot. This time, I took off my sock, turned it … 

