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This is a long post about death and funerals in a pueblo. I found the whole experience beautiful, sad and important. I have a lot to learn from this culture about helping, company and coming together to honor the dead.
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Death is a funny thing.
It’s funny…
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And here’s where I am 3 hours after my ankle-spraining.
Eventually, it’s time to move upstairs to my apartment.
This is not going to be easy. I’ve got the crutches, thank God, ice for the ankle and my first aid kit complete with pills.
I face the cement stairs. I cannot even…
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I’m experiencing this ankle sprain on every level: the writer in me is taking copious mental notes, the foreigner is overwhelmed at how rattled they are by a sprained ankle and the human is simply hurt.
The reaction of my host family, how they surrounded and rallied around me in…
All you have to do to sell all of your things and move across the world is to do it.