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Cocoa Beach
Changing Directions
All summer, while I was mostly without internet, I was thinking that I wanted to take the blog in a little bit different direction when I got back to Mexico. Then when I got back, I was immersed for the first month in getting settled into school and classes, but the question never left my…
Changing Views
I told myself I had plenty of time to write a post summarizing my year, and here I am on the morning of my flight out of Torreón hurrying to pull some thoughts together. Here we go. In work: During this, my first year teaching a full grade of students two different subjects, planning and…
Empty Nest
I am here at IAH on a Sunday morning, sitting at the departure gate two hours early. I check my Facebook feed for the first time in days and like all the likes. I listen to the pop music coming from the overhead speakers and the clink of glasses and silverware from the restaurant next…
El Curandero Parte 2
After I had complimented the array of baubles sufficiently, we returned to the dining room to sit. Thankfully, it was only a few minutes until the doctor came out and said goodbye to the last client. It was my turn. I followed her through the short hallway into the treatment room. The first thing I…
El Curandero Parte 1
The witch doctor mixed medicine for me today. Ok, so she's not really a witch doctor. She's only a chiropractor. She was recommended to me by my yoga instructor, and what with the foot injury and the ear pain, I was really happy to follow up. The place was a long way from my neighborhood--clear…
Aesthetics
When I arrived here, my apartment was so spare; minimal furniture, utensils, and decorations. I felt a bit deprived. I took down all the Catholic iconography except for one in the foyer and I rearranged furniture and changed curtains and brought back posters from Louisiana when I came back from Christmas. The posters are really…
El Gimnasio (the Gym)
The warm weather and thoughts of mornings at Pensacola Beach and evenings on the porch at Landry's led to the online impulse-buy of a new summer dress. Putting on shorts brought me to the unfortunate realization that my thighs didn't look so great; in fact, they looked like they should never see the light of…
Sun, Water, and DNA
I love sunshine. I love water. The combination of the two equals Heaven to me. My oldest brother once told me that the Morgan clan originated beside the sea. Our dad was born in Lakeland, Florida. I was born and raised in the piney woods of Louisiana, but wherever I am, I feel the pull…
Now and Then, Here and There
When I was really young, only a toddler, my dad had this dream of becoming a dairy farmer. So he leased 80 acres of Louisiana piney woods, parked an Airstream trailer on it, and bought some heifer calves. Since baby calves take three or four years to grow into milk cows, he needed a job…
Trina Morgan 