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From the South Side

Draya Woolf-Wilson writes a monthly column about living on the South side of Lake Chapala.

Breaking Barriers
From the South Side

Breaking Barriers

Breaking BarriersI wait, listening to the ticking tock of the clock with a feeling of nervousness about what will be. After several weeks of preparation, I hope this will be a smooth and festive moment.

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From the South Side

Feliz Navidad

Arya1I find myself in a dilemma, standing dumbfounded in the middle of Carlos’ shop. I’m going over a mental list of options, which are all pretty much far from what I thought when I unintentionally embarked on this adventure. The big question is, what do I do now?

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From the South Side

Destiny

Destiny1I lie here thinking to myself, “What is the meaning of this?” There is no bang or knock at the door, no chicken shrieking in the night, no whimpering dogs needing a night-time potty break.

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From the South Side

Out of My Comfort Zone

IMG 20140923 181526With the mist of water kissing my skin, I sit smiling and exuberant when he asks, “So, you think you were a fish in a previous life? You’re such a water girl.” I think of how much I adore the sound of the water moving, and even hitting the shore, the feel of the moisture in the air, the wind that carries its song of fertility and abundance across the sky. I simply reply, “No, probably a dragonfly.”

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Rainy season
From the South Side

Here Comes the Rain Again

The atmosphere is swirling around me, calm but intense. I watch the impending storm spread its tendrils across Lake Chapala from north to south from my balcony. Placing my moisten finger to the sky to be sure of the trajectory, I smile, knowing that a baptism of much-needed fresh and happy rain will find its… Keep Reading

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From the South Side

A Bit of Tizapan

In a whirlwind of colors, scents and sounds, like the centerpiece of a carnival, I stand within it all. I am sent instantly back to my childhood of brilliantly colored plastic balls and toys. The music, the people and scene are familiar and comfortable. Everything about this moment, this place, takes me back to Southern California,… Keep Reading

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From the South Side

It Had Everything to Do With the Chickens

“Muy dulce,” she says, laying it in his arms. Then “listo, listo.” I watch my son, once a small thing placed in my arms, stare in adoration at the small ball of fur rolling into his arm, finding the perfect place to lay.  For four years, my son, who was a scrawny kid at age… Keep Reading

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From the South Side

Small Victories

Standing with a little anticipation and nervousness, hoping that this will be another small victory, I move from side to side, swaying with the rhythm of melodic conversation that I follow but don’t add to. “Small Victories”: this is my motto for the South Side. It takes surprisingly longer than it should, but then again,… Keep Reading

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