Carrie Classon

By: Carrie Classon He was sitting outside his home on a tiny patio, wearing a fedora and smoking a cigar. He had a portable music player sitting beside him, and…

By: Carrie Classon I got anxious again today. I think I am getting better at leaving anxiety behind, and then anxiety says, “Not so fast! We have more work to…

“Up North With Mom and Dad” I’m staying “up north” with Mom and Dad, and that is always good. My mom and dad have built a life that is pretty…

Finding New Irresistible Treat, Apple Empanadas Usually, just as I am getting close to leaving Mexico, I find some absolutely irresistible treat and have to eat it every single day…

Stubby Got Into Some Trouble It was time to come back from Mexico. It wasn’t because of the weather. The weather was wonderful. The nights up in the mountains were…

A Pattern In Chaos It’s seven minutes after 10 p.m., and the usual ruckus ensues. My husband, Peter, is wearing earplugs. He is in the habit of doing this when…

Understanding A Misunderstanding Every day, whether here in Mexico or in the US, I take a walk. Walking in the morning would be nice, but that’s when I write, so,…

Ravages Of A Summer Cold So, I got a cold. If you catch a cold in the winter, everyone is sympathetic. They tell you to drink hot tea and put…

By: Carrie Classon I see him painting every afternoon. Every day I take a walk and, when I am in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, my walk usually takes me…

“All the Flowers” I was reluctant to come back from Mexico this spring, knowing it would still be cold and wet and cloudy. But I’d gotten used to looking for…