Love in Mexico
- Morelia, Michoacán, Mexico
- December 31
- I spent 2010-2011 living in Morelia, Mexico, with my husband, and our two kids (#2 was born in Mexico). While I was there, I tried to learn about family, as it exists in Mexico, across a border, and as the m.o. for the local criminal organization, La Familia. ...........................................
This blog documents the encounters and events that taught me about Mexico, and about the culture of family, Mexico's and my own.
I currently teach creative writing at Colgate University, where I am writing a book about El Salvador. If you have enjoyed my work here, I post my latest on mollybeer.blogspot.com.
Thanks for reading.
MY RECENT POSTS
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June 30, 2011 06:00PM
- Mexico's Poet Peace March
June 05, 2011 01:07PM
- Adiós to Mexico
June 02, 2011 12:47PM
- Real Mexican Food: Gaspacho
May 26, 2011 11:06AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
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Dickinson is the
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- “I'm going to steal this
extraordinary metaphor from
day, so watch your
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- “I've been hearing about
this! I'm a huge fan of Lisa
work so it's on my
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- “Good luck--I just read
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March 19, 2012 04:48PM
- “I hear you loud and
clear, and fight the fight
every day. I
love this little
March 19, 2012 04:24PM
- MY LINKS
If I got in my car this too-hot afternoon, I could be in Juarez in time for dinner.
When we drive across the Rio Grande for Sunday lunch with his grandparents, I tell my son that if we… Read full post »
My keyboard looks like a pirate’s maw, gaping holes that were once keys, stains on others, and its hard drive is jammed full of photographs: pyramids, pink stone, parades, fireworks behind cathedral spires, and hundreds of hotel rooms I could never afford on a hotel reviewer’s in… Read full post »
Surprisingly few people know about Morelia, the beautiful city in the center of Mexico. I admit that, even if it is a UNESCO World Heritage Site and the capital of Michoacán, I ha/… Read full post »
I grew up on a farm in your quintessential middle-of-nowhere. While my dad cursed his cows and tractors and broken down trucks—“peckerhead” should have been my first word, my mom nursed a vast vegetable garden, a flock of Thanksgiving turkeys that were notoriously too large… Read full post »
“When we see a pretty flower, we stop to look at it and smell it, right?”
My son keeps his face hidden. He gets shy when strangers gush at him.
“And seeing that flower makes us happy, right?”
He nods into my chest.
“Well, people in Mexico feel that… Read full post »
Yes, it’s difficult; but what isn’t? Yes, it’s not what it used to be; but what else is new since you became a parent? Yes, you have to pack half your house; but do it anyway. Travel with your children. Travel while they’re… Read full post »
The doorbell buzzes.
It is probably Alfredo, our neighborhood auxiliary policeman who is not so old but is missing a prominent front tooth. He visits periodically to collect our twenty-peso contribution to his force-of-one. More often, he drops by to ask for a donation to help him through the latest… Read full post »
On our second morning in Mexico City, my son’s Matchbox convertible somehow landed in sludge. Noelle, who has decided I can use her name forward now that this post has been live for a while, is my husband’s colleague (and my closest fellow gringa mother, or… Read full post »
Two articles have come to my attention this week, one an op-ed in the Washington Post by Edith R. Wilson, a former advisor to the World Bank, and a post by CBS Travel Editor Peter Greenberg, the “Contrarian Traveler.” The gist of each was this:/… Read full post »
Is it lack of imagination that
makes us come
to imagined places, not just stay at home?
"Questions of Travel" by Elizabeth Bishop
Driving across Guatemala in my old Salvadoran Volvo, Steve and I planned a school we would open in some remote corner of that land of so… Read full post »
“Señora, his feet!” The woman rushing at me over the cobblestones, well-dressed in a beige pantsuit, all but gasped in horror.
I stopped pushing my son’s flimsy stroller, but before I could defuse the situation, she had my toddler’s bare feet in her hands.
&ldq… Read full post »
Glazed dishes being stacked into a traditional open-top, wood-fired kiln, Capula, Mexico
For the Super Bowl, we headed across the street to a steak place with a big television. We ordered Victoria beers and hammered-thin bistec served a la mexicana or arrachera, with gr/… Read full post »
My husband and I—both born and raised U.S. citizens—have lived in Central and South America in the past, and on both sides of the border, in New and Old Mexico; so we have heard a lot of immigration stories.
We have even had minor immigration… Read full post »
Monarchs live for only two months unless they are born in the fall, then (if they live east of the Rockies) they fly thousands of miles to Michoacán and hang out on the same bunch of fir trees their great-great… Read full post »
When the posada’s night clerk opened the door to our “cabana,” I blanched. Before me was a cubicle with four plywood bunks laid over with thin blue vinyl mats reminiscent of high school gym class. My husband forged ahead, toddler in arms. There was barely room for him… Read full post »
(An abridged version of this essay was featured on Salon.com's Life Stories. Read it here.)
“Sam,” my mother insisted. “You’d just better make sure you know how to say ‘You are not taking my daughter’s car away from her!’ in… Read full post »
Most Sundays here in Mexico, I take my son to the market a few blocks from our home in Morelia’s colonial old town. Some weeks my husband comes too, even when he feels behind in his work, but other than the variable… Read full post »