“What’s the best meal you’ve ever eaten?” It’s a question we receive, as travelers, as foodies, from time to time. It’s a question that makes..
I wake up from dreams where I wander through pathways sticky with doubt and distrust. Soles landlocked, thoughts everywhere like no-see-ums crouching in the sunny..
Outside the gates of the public cemetery, I walk through the Catholic carnival that is Día de los Muertos. I dodge umbrella spikes and the..
Remember: Inside the Dark Room Thoughts fragmenting, snips of images as if I’ve taken scissors to a scrapbook: the funeral at St. Philip’s, lines of..
Tables with the traditional bread and plastic cups of purple juice pave the road to the municipal cemetery. I have never been to the cemetery..
*Written by Sue Mackarness, edited by Kristen* In 2004, Edward and I were in Mexico visiting a friend for ‘Day of the Dead.’ Edward’s parents,..
Inside the White Walls: A Haunted House in New Orleans *Written by Lis, edited by Kristen* My first summer of college, I was living in..
“Life isn’t about finding yourself; life is about creating yourself.” Some people on this earth seem to know exactly who they are– or at least,..
When writer, teacher and artist Kathy McCullough first decided to start idiomART, she did so out of need. She had led various workshops in Cuenca..
“In ten hours, I can teach you how to play any instrument, not in the classical way, but in the Andean way,” and with these..
