by Leslie Eggerling Anyone who has ever tried to build a charitable organization will find that the path to success comes with unlimited roadblocks. Unless you have personal wealth, the biggest roadblock is typically fundraising. Regardless of your best intentions, money is a big hurdle. But having volunteers who...
Recap: Good Morning, From Here, March 22 - 28
Monday My dear friend, writer Sandra Bradley, and I, could hardly squeeze into Patricia Gawle's Gallery over the weekend to see new and exciting art exhibits. This large space can barely enclose the explosive energy of a number of painters, sculptors,...
Héctor's Story My name is Héctor. I was born in Nayarit and raised in Tabasco, Mexico—a region filled with rich culture, beautiful landscapes, and a warmth that echoes through its people. However, my vibrant upbringing took an unexpected turn when I entered a relationship as an adult and learned...
Recap: Good Morning, From Here, March 15 - 21
Monday Happy Saint Patrick's Day to all the Irish and Wannabees today; wear something green and, "May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead." And that's mercifully it for my Gaelic!
It was a busy weekend...
Recap: Good Morning, From Here, March 08 to 14
Monday The curtain has closed on a wildly successful night at Teatro Vallarta for What a Drag. The show, which features straight men in drag, began 11 years ago in much smaller venues, and has grown to leave only a handful...
Recap: Good Morning, From Here, March 01 - 07
Monday One of my favorite days every month is the First Saturday Fiesta at Arte Vallarta Museo. The enormous courtyard was full of people eating, drinking wine, listening to the live jazz trio, and catching up with like-minded people they hadn't...
by Arlene RubensteinI’ve been told there is a sleeping ladyin the Sierra Madre Mountains.
She lay on her backyou can see the contours of her old faceher hair of dense treesher eyes and mouth of, well,naked rocks I would imagine.
Two equal masses rise upher breasts perhapsI keep looking, eyes peeled, achingat times I think I see herthen, no.
The image seems too far-fetchedafter all, they’re just mountains for God’s sake!I rest my eyesand wait.
Soon, the sinking sun does his magicthe hills are a meld ofwine, licorice, pomegranategolden shadows deceive, deepen, definecrevices outline her mammoth headand slender neckwithin seconds the mountain deliversa masterpiece!can be creepycan be holythe beholder decides.
The sky blackensand I sleep.
There is comfort in knowingthe Sleeping Lady will be aroundfor a very long time.
Stormy New Year's Day on Calle AllendeUsually, a hot and dryuphill climb,well-worn curvy Calle Allende now suffersa daylong deluge
Early shouts of New Year joyabandon her long strong armthat stretches from boardwalk to freeway
Old Senora Rosa emergesfrom her tiny corner storehoping to attractthe little faces that love...
Recap: Good Morning, From Here, February 22 - 28 Monday ART VallARTa on Pilitas was again the center of attention as Jamie Brickhouse presented his one-man show "Dangerous When Wet - Booze, Sex, and My Mother" to a sold-out rapt audience.
Jamie's monologue, nearly 90 minutes of a one-sided conversation,...
Second in a series of local heroesby Leslie EggerlingToward the top of our daily walk up to the Grand Miramar, husband Mike made a new friend - a black cat named Pasa. It was not unusual for Mike to befriend cats but this one was different because she did...
Recap: Good Morning, From Here, February 15 - 21
Monday In the past ten years, I have been to some epic parties with off-the-chart shenanigans like recreating scenes in a pop-up of Night of the Iguana, complete with a bus, or a dinosaur-sized alebrije jostling dancers for space during a...
