My Life in Argentina and Beyond

Thursday, November 12, 2009: Just before I close my eyes at inght, I think of him once more. I see Chiquito as he was when I met him and the blocks that we used to walk stretch out before me. Then I ask him to forgive me. I should have brought him over here to the U.S. almost 2 years ago

Tuesday, August 12, 2008: When I saw it, I just wanted to sleep. All I wanted was to rest my eyes and say nothing except thanks. The rest I've been needing is finally here. But I had to leave. I took my red cart and pushed it and my little cat out the door.

Tuesday, June 10,th 2008: I have learned not to trust. That is one of lessons gained from my foreclosure experience. In a way, I have survived it--after all, I'm alive writing this. But in another way, the belief I had in people is gone. Totally gone. That cannot be changed. Too much has happened and most of has been hard. My health has suffered as well. When I started to realize the mess I was in, there was no way for me to sleep 7 or 8 straight hours. I would wake up in the middle of the night asking myself: What will I do? What will I do now? There was no answer, though I tried looking for one.