My lady’s taking paid maternity leave for the next three and a half months. When I learned this, my first thoughts, understandably, were: What about the Gross Domestic Product?! What about worker productivity?! The U.S., along with Swaziland, has no national law mandating paid maternity leave, so, to me, three and a half months seems excessive. My lady pointed out that we live in Colombia, (more…)
It’s the beginning of summertime here in Bogotá, which means the high today will top-out at about 64˚F. I like to point this out to my peeps back in Texas where the temperature’s been hitting a miserable 105˚F. As was apparent while talking to my agent, Ree Reynolds, the other day, it’s that kind of heat that can make a person downright ornery.
“I hear it’s a bit warm there,” I started.
“Hotter’n a honeymoon hotel in Juarez. I done got (more…)
Special occasions. Weddings, funerals. Lover days and mamma days. A wrist corsage the size of your date’s forearm for a high school dance. A cheesy apology. In East Asia, I used to buy bunches of small white flowers to breathe some life into my drab government-owned apartment. I’d get funny looks from the cashiers. I figured it was the whole “oh look at the sensitive foreign man buying flowers (more…)
I’m on vacation this week. I need some time to recover from the last vacay and I need to mentally prepare for the next one. I know what you’re thinking, “You un-American, s.o.b., who the hell do you think you are, taking off more than three days of work without stressing over it? Where’s the pride? The patriotism?” (more…)