Well, really, the title says it all....since I can’t comment on the Simones worship post....

Being here is a boon to me . It’s on my list of gratitudes this Thanksgiving. As you know, these posts are the only way I can communicate with you. (But even that has proved salutary because I’ve learned all about wombats: they’re herbivorous marsupials whose pouch is upside down and whose dung comes out … Continue reading Thanksgiving Invitation →

Hypatia here, no matter what you think you’re seeing. I wanted to Like and Comment on ST’s last 3 posts, but no can do. I’m now like a werewolf, transforming all against my will into a beast. Except I don’t even know when it’ll happen: two days ago I was able to comment in my … Continue reading Werewombat →

Writing about Peru has proven to be something akin to Proust’s Madeleine For me: I’ve been sucked into a vortex of memories of that childhood sea voyage. The ship’s first port of call was Buenaventura, Columbia. We rushed to the deck to see—because during this entire trip my parents relentlessly channeled Eloise’s duenna (h/t Nanda!) … Continue reading Close Encounter With The Third World →