Happy Anniversary, Salomé

Thank you for being there with me. I am forever grateful you saved my life while making the four days of being in a coma so magical. My family and friends were in a complete panic and I was having one of the most interesting times of my life… hardly seems fair,...

Dude, Where’s My Yard?

This is ridiculous. It’s only December 6th and it’s been snowing for three days. It will be 12°F (twelve, the twelve that is close to ten which is just 10 numbers above ZERO) tonight. High of 21°F tomorrow. TWENTY-ONE. Oh. My. God. What have we done????...

Some eh-Splainin’ (on Moving Back to the States)

When an expat moves back to the native kingdom from their selected soil, gossip hell breaks loose in local forums and coffee shops. Everyone wants to know: “Why?” Since at least 90% of ex-expats never eh-splain why, the rest of us ponder aloud, hoping we...

Moving Hell II

We are moving. Again. Didn’t we just do this? When we arrived a few weeks ago, we moved into a friend’s house in Winchester to be near my mom.  It’s a great big house, five bedrooms, gigantic, plenty of room. My friend lives a few miles down the...

On Turning 55, Salmon Heaven and the Coffee Thing

Yesterday was my 55th birthday — YAY!!!!! During the last week I was in San Juan de Dios, the head nurse of my ward, Ester, had her 55th birthday. She was so happy. I told her I was 54. She looked at me with a smile and said (in Spanish, which, I’ll have...

Me and My Coma

The first question everyone asks when they find out I was in a coma for four days is: “Do you remember anything?” Yeah. I remember everything. It’s crystal clear even now, six months later. Everything that happened to me during the coma is as real to...

“How Are You Feeling?”

I’ve been getting that a lot lately, combined with seriously concerned looks, both in Kentucky and here in Costa Rica. I was wondering why until I happened to catch myself in the mirror last night. You know, just regular, without the posing. It was a little...

This Ain’t No Workout-Time!

The trainer at my new gym here in Costa Rica, Carlos, looks a little like Antonio Banderas. Dark, good-looking, great smile. But, if you go in there, don’t let that pretty face fool ya. The man tried to kill me. He is darkness personified. At least no one over...