I'm a writer who lives in a beautiful cloud forest above San Ramón, Costa Rica, and whose next book Why Costa Rica? Why the Hell Not? will at last be my first, due to be published once it’s finished and then, finally, published. I can be reached at: mdro...
I didn’t realize how much I didn’t miss living amidst violence until I realized I didn’t miss living amidst violence.
Actually, I’m lying. (Just practicing, in case I’m reincarnated as a Republican. Or a Democrat.) Really, I knew before I moved to Costa Rica in April I’d not pine for the latest mad pronouncement from the Bush administration -- in other words, any pronouncement from the Bush administration -- claiming that ceaseless warfare is the price peace-loving Americans must pay to, uh, live in peace.
“Hey, Mark!” taunted my right-wing brother-in-law. “Who ya gonna vote for in the election?”
Dolton was seated opposite me at my parents’ golden wedding anniversary celebration. Why oh why hadn’t they gotten divorced at some point?
Teeth gritted, I plunged. “What makes you think there’ll be one?”
“Told ya!” he cackled to my sister Apolitica as he jabbed her, hard, in the ribs. As much as I loved her, she’d forfeited all potential sympathy years back with two words: “I do.”
