The Dream

Still haunted She came to me in a dream. It probably wasn’t Mamacita at her best. I still wonder what motivated her. She had always seemed to be one of those people who would rather be right than happy. So apologizing was not her strong suit. But she had died the week...

Tocopilla – little town of stories

Riches behind the walls I’ve decided that the inital blogs will be about Tocopilla, the small town caught on a narrow ledge between the Pacific shores of northern Chile and the towering Andes. This is home to my Chilean family and it’s the inspiration for so many more...