I am off to London to buy beautiful dresses, like a princess. Then I shall fly to the rugged, storm-toss´d coast of La Coruña, and from the...

I have lived in rural Spain for many years now, but I will always be a foreigner. Some days I am reminded what a stranger I am, in a very st...

January is a grey old bitch, mud tracked-in on wet paws and boots, chapped cheeks, and this year, death. Yesterday we touched bottom.   Bu...

The house is in disarray, the fire keeps going out, the chicken-pen fence is down. Korean pilgrims come and come. Murphy Cat is ...

"You heard! You heard the news?" Flor asked, grabbing my arm at the church door. "You know about the baby?"  "Thr...

Philip and Raheela (and her dad)