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Monthly Archives: September 2010
On Friday, at 9:00, I am supposed to appear before Mexican immigration. I must bring my dossier—the one we’ve been compiling visit after fruitless visit—and my son. In theory, we will at last be granted nonimmigrant visas that will mean … Continue reading
“Well, I’m not going,” says Mike, the one-legged shoe-shine guy who works in the park by Las Tarascas. He’s referring to the Independence Day celebrations underway this evening in Morelia’s main plaza. Whenever I speak to Mike, which turns out … Continue reading
There is much to catch the eye as Mexico prepares for the 200th birthday of its independence: much of it here in Morelia is cast in glitter wire that lights up at night. On the street where my son goes … Continue reading
This month, my anxieties about Mexican medicine have been swelling at about the same rate as my belly. If this continues, I’ll be immobile by the Day of the Dead.
Michoacán’s outrageously good ice cream, which is sold on every street corner as if to torture pregnant women, may have much to do with the burgeoning belly. And lately, a movement that goes by the unfortunate name of “the Rejecteds”—or, more correct in English though harsher than the Spanish, “the Rejects”—is making headlines that fuel my fear. As someone with a growing stake (twenty-two weeks!) in Mexican health care, I confess that I am inclined to second the rejection of the Rejecteds. Continue reading