I miss the city.I miss Oaxaca City Mexico City. I miss the heart of the cities. beading detail, main square, Coyoacan, Mexico City I miss the woman in the market with a welcome scowl for your Anglo ignorance (or was it a smile) as she extends her excellent leaf and branch crumbling medicine in a… Continue reading I miss Mexico City Oaxaca City
Two things are happening simultaneously. A propellor whirls. My being is moving in two directions. My body is twinned in two places at once. The present tense and my long ago past collide every morning. I am in 2020 Oaxaca City, Mexico City. And in my great grandmother’s nineteenth-century English home.