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Author Archives: saaribampo
February 10, 2019
The snow is blowing sideways on Boom Island in the Heartland. It looks like Marge Gunderson is going to announce her candidacy for president. No, no—it’s Senator Amy Klobuchar. There she is stepping out of the stratus clouds, coming barely … Continue reading
Posted in The Amy Diaries
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Tláloc at work, Tláloc in repose
If I were inclined to believe in a deity, it would be Tláloc, the Aztec god in charge of making it rain. To call him the Rain God, however, is to oversimplify the manifestations and metaphors of his godly responsibilities … Continue reading
Posted in Mexico
July 7, 2016
I took this photo of fourteen exuberant young people in eye-popping attire on July 7, 2016, two days after the end of Ramadan, at the entrance to Sepilok Rainforest Discovery Center near the town of Sandakan, which is in Sabah, … Continue reading
Posted in Borneo
Cluck, Cluck
I purchased my first batch of chicks on January 20, 2000, from Murray McMurray Hatchery, a wonderful purveyor of heritage poultry breeds based in Iowa. This for me was a promising way to launch the new millennium. The chicks arrived … Continue reading
Posted in West Saari Road
Is it asking too much?
Is it asking too much of culpable females to not pee on the seats of public toilets? You know who you are, and I have remained silent too long. I recently decided I’d had enough. My husband and I had … Continue reading
Posted in West Saari Road
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Diablo
Diablo has died. The last day I saw him he was a skeleton in a black shroud. Dressed for his impending death. He was as usual shadowing Rosario. While Rosario stopped for a moment at our door to talk with … Continue reading
Posted in Mexico
Love Calls Us to the Things of This World
In the town where we live in Sonora, many women still hang out their laundry to dry. They drape the washing over barbed-wire fences or hang it from clotheslines on rooftops. Every day is a changing cavalcade of britches, blouses, … Continue reading
Posted in Mexico
