How my father learned to drive

Me and my father This is a story of how my father (tatay) became a great driver without having to own a car. He was already driving at an early age thanks to all the past jeepney owners in my birthplace of Tagoloan town, Misamis Oriental in northern Mindanao, Philippines....more

Grandfathers & Cigars

Grandfathers and Cigars My Gre...more

This Woman I've Become - Fears and All

Have you ever been in bed at the crack of dawn, and alone with your thoughts just long enough that it scares the bageezees out of you?  So goes this post - as the woman I've become and may surely be in years to come has done just that.  I'm wishing I had a balance right about now....more

Mia Pratt's Honeymoon for One: Of Luxury & Humility

The literal heartbeat of just about any Mexican village (second to the church of course!) has to be the Internet. Without it we are all cut off from the modern world and isolated in ways that we can't even fathom if we've not left the US for more remote parts. In the Nahua Indian village where I lived when I first arrived in Mexico last year, I had one electrical plug to support my Macbook Pro laptop, my Canon camera, my HP 3-lb. field printer (what a jewel!), my iPod combination charging stand and speaker unit, and - fortune of fortunes - an electric fan....more

Mia Pratt's Honeymoon for One: Time Salvador Dali Portrait of Time

Today flew by while standing still, like a Salvador Dali portrait of time. I just can't shake this feeling of time either racing by or slowing down - it's as if I'm in a vortex, a tunnel on the inside of a hurricane, where it is still and calm - and yet there is the knowledge of activity, movement, change - happening just outside of this moment. I still my mind and feel in the dark for answers, but there are none, and so tonight I just relax and let it all go, sip a glass of wine and feel the cool breeze on my neck....more

Mia Pratt's Honeymoon for One: Time Stops in the Village

It may sound in the blog like I spent all of my time experiencing village life and frolicking at the lake, but the truth is I work about 30 hours per week. I create advertisements, videos, flyers and other marketing/sales materials for the B&B, and for a few other businesses. I'm also doing stuff related to the launch of two sub-businesses within the B&B this September - Anne is opening a beauty salon upstairs and a tiny breakfast-to-go cafe downstairs in her lobby....more

Mia Pratt's Honeymoon for One: Thunderstorm Brings Vision of Mother Mary to Village in Mexico

Yes, it's true, as I sat down on one of my usual benches on the lakefront, there it was - a perfect vision of Mother Mary carved onto the sky out of thunderclouds, complete with rays of the sun beaming out in a perfect circle around her head in a halo of radiant glory. A small group of Indian women gathered on the shore, pointing and uttering remarks of surprise and praise in Spanish until their vision's face faded from view, covered once again by the veil of heaven. ...more

Mia Pratt's Honeymoon for One: Brain Uncorked to Find Rare Champagne

Ah yes, I'm in one of those moods again - irony is running in my veins, satire brewing in my heart. I have to laugh at myself every now and then, or I should say my evil twin minimia, that jaded skeptic, has to laugh at me - the romantic lover and child and poet and dreamer....more

Mia Pratt's Honeymoon for One: Mercury Water

Tonight it's hot, humid, languid - like my mood. I jogged down to the malacon with Jake running by my side, slipping down the dark side streets behind the square to avoid cars on the road and the crowd that gathers in the Jardin on Friday nights for ice cream cones and guitar serenades. The sweat poured down my face and back, and I could hear my heart pounding inside my brain as my shoes quietly slapped the cobblestones. ...more

Mia Pratt's Honeymoon for One: A Night of Peace

Today was what I call a "squidgy" day - a day when I feel sort of vulnerable, anxious, insecure - yes, I do occasionally have those days on this honeymoon for one, and today was one of them. I started questioning things this morning in a way I haven't done for a while; what is my long-term plan...what are my goals...yeah, that kind of stuff. Being a combination artist/writer, and also a rational thinker/business-planner, I occasionally find that my two brain halves rub up against each other and start me spinning. I guess my recent week with Mr....more