Samaipata, Bolivia The scenery crawls by, almost as slow as the hours do. One week stretched thin over two thousand four hundred...

3640 meters over sea level. La Paz. The air is thin and the people are small. The world knows the language is Spanish, the religion is...

Céline, my sister, sent me the first poem a few weeks ago. It struck me as mature, realistic, hopeful. I tried my best to give it a...