Candidates of Horror

Semana de Horror

So far, my week looks out of a horror movie. Besides Halloween, last Tuesday, one of my dogs got possessed by a rogue spirit, went crazy inside his crate and cut his lip while chewing on the plastic of the door. How could I not get spooked after a $400 bill from the vet?

However, the scariest thing was watching CNN en Español last Wednesday. The spokes-person of FARC–now known as Farc: Fuerza Alternativa Revolucionaria del Común–announce Rodrigo Londoño, AKA Timochenko, as their presidential candidate for the 2018 elections. Continue reading “Candidates of Horror”

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The Devil’s Advocate

El Abogado del Diablo

The sexual harassment scandal that has shaken Hollywood to its core during the past two weeks, made me remember the last scene of Devil’s Advocate, in which Al Pacino–performing The Devil masterfully–confesses that his favorite sin is vanity.

Known as the mother of all vice, vanity is the true star of the Harvey Weinstein scandal and the normalized practice known in the entertainment industry as “Casting Couch.” Continue reading “The Devil’s Advocate”

The Little Corner

El Rinconcito, Moniquira, Boyaca, Colombia
The Little Corner. Moniquirá, Colombia. This picture was taken by one of my aunts last October, 2017

For my Grandmother, Alejandrina.

On April 12, over a hundred years ago, a relative of Don Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra—the William Shakespeare in the Spanish language–was born in the sweetest town of Colombia, Moniquirá.

Pacific Saavedra, better known as The Duck Saavedra in town, was an entrepreneur and storyteller, who loved playing the treble guitar and singing. Continue reading “The Little Corner”

The Religion of Soccer

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Soccer Football – 2018 World Cup Qualifiers – Peru v Colombia – Nacional Stadium, Lima, Peru – October 10, 2017. Peru’s Miguel Trauco and Colombia’s James Rodriguez in action. REUTERS/Guadalupe Pardo

The last day of the qualifiers for the FIFA World Cup Russia 2018 kept the fans of four South American countries—Colombia, Argentina, Peru, and Chile—close to a heart attack. With a calculator in one hand and a Jesus stamp in the other, we Colombians saw the qualifying matches so complicated that we would rather organize 100 monkeys for a picture a lot easier.

The passion soccer generates to its fans in South America is hard to explain. As many American and European media outlets characterized it, Conmebol is one of the most competitive federations in the world, because all of its teams are evenly trained. This fact guarantees that, every four years, the drama will last until the last match. Continue reading “The Religion of Soccer”

The Second Amendment: a Moving Target

Un derecho en la mira

One of the aspects of American life that surprises immigrants–especially those who come from countries with civil war like my home country Colombia–is the easy access to fire arms and the constitutional right of its citizens to keep and bear them.

When I met my husband, his oldest son was 13, and he already knew how to shoot, unload, and show clear a revolver. I couldn’t believe it. However, my husband explained that he took his son to a shooting range more as a survival mechanism than a hobby. Continue reading “The Second Amendment: a Moving Target”

The Blood Calling

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Last Wednesday, September 20th, I embarked on an adventure  which I never tried before fearing I might not have survived it: a 15 hour road-trip from Jacksonville, FL to Greenwood, IN–almost 900 miles–on board a mini-van with five adults and two children.

The reason for the trip was a family wedding and reunion on my husband’s side. The last time that we were together was in September of 2009, and since then, there has been a funeral, three weddings, and six births.

In comparison with my Colombian family, which gathers frequently, getting an American family together in the same place is a task of titanic proportions. In the case of my husband’s family, there are members who live in each corner of the US, from California, Texas, Missouri, Indiana, Kentucky, Illinois, and Ohio. Therefore, such event is unforgettable. Continue reading “The Blood Calling”

Cheating on your age is good for your health

Quitarse los años

Last week my oldest aunt turned 63, and when I called her to say happy birthday, she said to me, “I still can’t believe I have all those years!” Honestly, I couldn’t either, because that meant that I am reaching the fourth floor.

When I was in my twenties, I remember mocking people who lied about their real age. The desperation of men covering their balding heads with hair pieces that looked like road kill, and mature women shopping at Forever 21, looked ridiculous to me. However, it seems that this selective type of denial could actually have a powerful effect on an individual’s longevity. Continue reading “Cheating on your age is good for your health”