Five years ago, I was a Gang Prosecutor in the Cook County State’s Attorney’s Office. One winter night, I decided to try an experiment: Could I learn Spanish from watching a telenovela? Five years later, I left my job and Chicago, to move to Mexico City, to write the telenovela of my dreams. I don’t understand Spanish or The Metric System. Just like in a great telenovela,, anything can happen... Stay tuned!
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Five years ago, I was a Gang Prosecutor in the Cook County State’s Attorney’s Office. One winter night, I decided to try an experiment: Could I learn Spanish from watching a telenovela? Five years later, I left my job and Chicago, to move to Mexico City, to write the telenovela of my dreams. I don’t understand Spanish or The Metric System. Just like in a great telenovela,, anything can happen... Stay tuned!
Last month I created a mini- Radio Novela called “The Bold & The Beautiful Cry Too.” After a Bold Chief of Police arrests a Beautiful, Mysterious Woman for a Murder she committed right in front of him, you will wonder who running this Interrogation... The B&B was originally part Small Fish Radio’s podcast, “The Approximately Five Minute Shelter In Place Show!” Thank you to the show!! They have their own podcast on Apple, where you can also find “My Mexican Mistakes!”
No, they are not a new folk group! They are the three men/dogs in my dog Shyla’s life! She continues to be more popular here than I am, but I don’t care, because between the two of us, I’m the one that can buy Valium without a prescription.
The adventure continues as my dog Shyla and I decide to ride out the Coronavirus here in Vallarta!! And what’s the story with The Mystery Of The Missing Canadians??
It’s a new town (Puerto Vallarta), with a new dog (“Shyla”), and a new challenge crossing the big street that I need to cross to get anywhere. And a month in Sayulita did not improve my Spanish, but I do sound more like Bob & Doug McKenzie from “The Great White North” than I used to...
Join me in Sayulita, on the Riviera Nayarit, where I am learning that I may not be a beach town person, and that I definitely need to learn more about animals.
As my days in Mexico City wind down, I become very nostalgic for the gigantic streets that are impossible to cross, the tiny sidewalks and miniature toilets, and everything I love here! And I read the revised Introduction to my book “La Gringa Novelera: Prosecutor By Day, Novelera By Night!”
A quick visit back home, a warm welcome back to Mexico City, Christmas plans in my adopted city, and my (newly-published) story about growing up with 13 Televisions! FELIZ NAVIDAD!!
Mexico City has created a monster! Since moving here only five months ago I have grown SUPER-accustomed to the kindness and generosity of the strangers who help me every day here! Plus, I finally figure out how to hard-boil eggs.
For my birthday in my adopted home, nothing is more delicious, or makes me appear more pathetic, than my desire for a cheeseburger with extra pickles and unlimited ketchup.
I get my first visitor from Chicago, who wants to experience everything I describe in my podcasts, including intersections that have more angles than a geometry problem! And I celebrate Days of the Dead like a local (sort-of)!
Come for the Condiments, stay for the food you cover in those condiments. Mexico City has great food, but no one ever tells you about the condiments... And what might be the biggest mystery of my new life here in Mexico City...
They were Brilliant But Brutal! Maybe if the Aztecs had been a little nicer, and they didn’t think that Hernán Cortes’ horse was Mr. Ed, they’d still be around. Learn all about it!!
I thought I was being followed here in Mexico City by protesters, and I thought they might be protesting me! Then I learned all about the rallying cry “Se Compran Colchones...” and that all my pursuers want is to buy my old washing machine! Hear all about it here!!
Five years ago, I was a Gang Prosecutor in the Cook County State’s Attorney’s Office. One winter night, I decided to try an experiment: Could I learn Spanish from watching a telenovela? Five years later, I left my job and Chicago, to move to Mexico City, to write the telenovela of my dreams. I don’t understand Spanish or The Metric System. Just like in a great telenovela,, anything can happen... Stay tuned!
