Tag: Curacao

Living on the Island of Curacao

In 1984 while living on the island of Curacao, the landline phone would ring. “Whatcha doing?” would come Rivkah’s familiar sing-song voice. What did she think I was doing? Given this was Curacao, nothing in particular. But she had an idea, so like Lucy and Ethel off we’d go together on another hairbrained adventure. Now... Read more »

The Juice of the Tarantula; or The Placebo Effect

Everyone Knows When Ana arrived one hazy day in Mexico City with a hacking cough, she assured me that it was totally her fault. She’d put on damp clothing that morning and this error in judgement was why she developed the horrible cold by midday. “Everyone knows you get sick if you put on damp... Read more »

Books Without Libraries

Libraries were my drug dealers; books were my gateway drug. I don’t remember reading to escape my lonely childhood as much to people it with fascinating characters. Reading fiction scripted the movie that books created within my active brain. Reading non-fiction cast some light upon the world that I couldn’t understand. It seems like I... Read more »
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A Curacao Christmas

Moving to the former Dutch colony of Curacao in February 1983, I wasn’t thinking about Christmas. Or Hanukah which was what we celebrated. Why would I? That was eons away, or so it seemed. But I quickly learned from my fellow expatriates on the island, a place where few things are manufactured, that everything had... Read more »

The Rocks In the Basement; The Solar/Aquatic Society of Curacao

When living in Curacao without the possibility of a work visa, a group of expatriate women went snorkeling every Wednesday morning. Despite 6 of the 7 of us having children–or maybe because, it was a child-free group. The chance for an uninterrupted, complete sentence conversation with a group of adult women was just too good... Read more »

Gone to the Stars; Death and Friends

“It’s terrible to lose a friend when you don’t have many.” From The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society film I lost my first friend in preschool. She and her sibling were playing with matches in their home when the unimaginable happened. The next friend I remember losing died of childhood leukemia in 1964, a time... Read more »
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The Placebo Effect; or The Karma of Things

  What is a Roman Catholic Church without the karma of its icons? So thought Maria when she learned that her hometown church’s icons had been stolen. Stolen! Can you imagine it? In Mexico! But with monetary donations from friends and family, a collection was raised to buy new icons. May I stash them out... Read more »

At home, abroad; the expatriate

Forgotten abroad, is the expatriate. Charles Dickens would have named the person sitting across from me, “the well-meaning relative.” Late into the night, the interrogator repeatedly hammered as to why we lived abroad? “How will your kids ever grow up to be real Americans, when they’ve never lived in the USA?” My overtired brain had no... Read more »

Knitting Without Needles

Every week I go to knitting; yet I do not knit. And despite being offered a bag of yarn and some mismatched knitting needles to ‘pass’, I must confess that I have absolutely no interest in knitting. After all, if I’ve free time I read. Madam Defarge I am not. So why would I go to... Read more »
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In praise of broccoli

Why–pray tell–disparage the winter green, broccoli? What Republican prejudice does the SCOTUS and former President Poppy Bush evidence, in deriding this most delicious of vegetable? Ah for that adolescent who once lived in our home–who’d complain, yes complain if I hadn’t made broccoli in the last 10 days or so. “Mom, can you get some... Read more »
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    TIMELINE June 1972 to June 1973---Candace moves to Lima (Peru)----- June 1973 to May 1974---Candace and The Husband live in Glendale AZ----- May 1974 to August 1974---Living in Toronto, Ontario (Canada)----- September 1974 to May 1975---Living in Aberdeen SD----- May 1975 to July 1979---Living in Vancouver, British Columbia (Canada)----- July 1979 to June 1980---Living in Asuncion (Paraguay)----- June 1980 to September 1980---Living in NYC----- September 1980 to November 1982---Living in Connecticut----- November 1982 to January 1983---Living in Ponce, Puerto Rico (USA)----- February 1983 to July 1986---Living in Willemstad, Curacao (Netherlands Antilles)----- July 1986 to July 1989---Living in Guayaquil (Ecuador)----- July 1989 to July 1995---Living in Connecticut (yes, again)----- July 1995 to August 2001---Living in Mexico City (Mexico)----- August 2001---Return to Gringolandia (a.k.a. United States of America)----- I was an accidental expatriate; love and marriage led me to it. One day I was a bandy-legged kid sitting atop my dogwood tree looking out of my small backyard world in 1950s New Jersey, wanting to move somewhere--anywhere, different. Next thing I knew I met a young hirsute anti-war, soon-to-be-Peace Corps volunteer, fell in love and moved to Peru in the 1970s. WHAT an adventure it's been!! NOTE: I gave up Facebook, so apologies that I cannot answer any comments since it is only set up via FB.

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