We are driving on a newly paved four lane highway and all hell has broken loose between large chunks of rocks from the cliffs on the road, a massiv storm, fog, broken down cars and the usual windings of the highlands, oh and there's sections that are unpaved without much warning. It's tough love from Guate. intl_lang=en-us&photo_secret=72e369e0f9&photo_id=...

We have a long day of driving ahead of us. At the end of it we hope to be in Antigua. First town: Comitan.

From the farthest corner of my home office I slowly separate the signal from the noise while working on several stories at once. I put my toe into the rapidly flowing tide of information this week and pull out  Eduardo Hauser on Monday morning who I am doing a profile on both for the Maynard AZ Column (badly in need of a new name, not to mention content so I won't mention it) and for Newstools2008 (taking place at Yahoo's ...

I've been thinking about growing old in America and what it means to have an entire generation of people my age who did not have much experiences with inter-generational households. In particular I've been thinking about what it means as far as emotional ties to our elders, their process of aging, our own process of aging and our emotional ties to the people attached to those processes. I say this in the context of having undergone a few revelations lately. First, my grandmother, mi abuelita