My Life in Argentina and Beyond

I feel tense and my left side—my arm and my neck—hurt. My mother, when we were children in Buenos Aires, must have felt the same way. She must have felt trapped in a beautiful neighborhood with a life she didn’t want. She never intended to be a housewife or a mother of 3 kids. Last night, when I couldn’t buy the things I had the money to buy, I shook just like she used to shake. She wanted to be free and do her own thing.

I don’t want to be poor and deny myself a simple pleasure like yogurt and/or oatmeal. I couldn’t vent with Lauchita. I held her tight and she comforted me in her kitty way. Her body was warm and understanding in my arms. My mother, when she was frustrated, let off steam in a way that hurt me.

hursday, June 25, 2009: I know is not politically correct. Here it goes: Though I do not approve of adultery, I admire South Carolina's Governor. He travelled to another country, risked his political career, marriage and family for a woman. Had it been just sex, he could have hired someone, like others before him. Were I his wife, I would be start divorce proceedings, but I am not. Yes, maybe he should have admitted it from the beginning, but what politician would? Eugenia Renskoff