Haiti

[photographs]

[photographs]

::The Haitian Chronicles:: Our first few days were filled with visitors. They were pillars of memories. The evidence that the seven months we slaved through Creole lessons and extreme heat and the lack of privacy were not wasted. Jelnor and his wife showed up with smiles and hugs and key limes and eggs. “Ze” is egg in…

[arrival]

[arrival]

::The Haitian Chronicles:: Walking out of the airport in Port au Prince, Haiti was a new experience. Not because of the place, I had been there before, but because how we were met. Through the sea of faces, I heard my husband’s name. We waved and laughed and soon we were wrapped in bear hugs…

[life.rambles]

Indian summer is upon us. The warm November sun, fresh bales of fourth and fifth cutting hay all giving bursts of energy. Maybe this year, maybe, we can be ready for snow. My red Ford “car-truck” as my husband affectionately calls it, is piled high with firewood. The combine, the hay wagons, the baler… they…

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