An Apple at Luz Station
Uma Crônica Paulista It was my husband’s first time in São Paulo. Although it was June, our winter, I hadn’t intended for him to experience record-breaking cold, which in my tropical homeland is in the low 50s. With the beach and pool out of the question, I took him to museums and parks, many of…
Free to a loving home
Everybody’s got a daydream, and mine was learning how to sew. Some daydreaming, I found, isn’t meant to leave the realm of the dreamer’s mind. Still, what could possibly be bad about it? There is virtue to sewing. To become a seamstress is to disengage from the cycle of blatant consumerism, to reconnect with the…