By day, I count the inequities now underscored and bathed in broad daylight by pandemic effects. The youth with no future. The aged warehoused in dead zones. The mothers whose workday suddenly expands with childcare, teaching, and at-home paid labour. For instance, in my old haunt - the university, academic women’s publications have fallen off precipitously since COVID-19 appeared. The pandemic operates like a magnifying glass of injustices. ...Once I went for walks in the ravine. Now I listen to the rain from underneath the covers. The monsoon that is late May and sometimes June promises to go on through the summer. My psychic drama.
Category: Mexico City
I miss Mexico City Oaxaca City
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.