Andean Birds and Airport Dances: Santiago Part I

We regard each other through an old pane of glass; me on one side, sipping wine and finishing lunch, he on the other, flitting from place to place searching for crumbs, stopping sporadically to assess me, not entirely trusting the glass between us. He is the Andean equivalent of a sparrow--a dime a dozen--but as … Continue reading Andean Birds and Airport Dances: Santiago Part I


The Dance

We sit in the oncology wing of Georgetown and wait for my husband's name to be called. We both sip hot tea and busily avoid the reality that awaits us by reading articles on our iphones and sharing funny posts on facebook--anything to distract, to amuse, the lighten. It is Tuesday--hospital day--and soon we will … Continue reading The Dance