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A few days before the actual Day of the Dead, I picked up my son from his Montessori school and we strolled together down Morelia’s Calzada, a ficus-lined cobblestone pedestrian avenue that stretches from the colonial city’s pink stone aqueduct … Continue reading
Glazed dishes being stacked into a traditional open-top, wood-fired kiln, Capula, Mexico For the Super Bowl, we headed across the street to a steak place with a big television. We ordered Victoria beers and hammered-thin bistec served a la mexicana … Continue reading
Monarchs live for only two months unless they are born in the fall, then (if they live east of the Rockies) they fly thousands of miles to Michoacán and hang out on the same bunch of fir trees their great-great … Continue reading
Last night, Morelia was under siege. Michoacán’s cartel, La Familia, in retribution for the arrest of two of its members yesterday in a Pátzcuaro restaurant, set fires on all the roads into the capital city. One gas station burned; trucks … 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