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Pat Solstad

I stepped off the rickety bus, looked around as it rumbled away, and realized I had no idea where I was. The bus had not taken the usual route alongside the ocean, and I was lost in the hills above Santiago, Colima, Mexico. Alone in a foreign country, I was acutely aware that my Spanish […]

Gift of Love

By Pat Solstad

When I was growing up, Mom never told me she loved me. She always seemed grumpy and didn’t often use kind or positive words when speaking to me – or at least that’s how I remember it. She was no doubt tired, raising ten rambunctious children. But, she was responsible to a fault in some […]