Giving Thanks

My husband often asks me why I never pursued journalism professionally. I had thought about it at one point: a career as a reporter, investigating the lives of others and writing stories about people and their lives. Whenever I mentioned it, my mom often reminded me of how tough life might be financially if I became a journalist. So, I earned by degree in German language and European history instead. Because those are both such lucrative fields, of course. Continue reading →


Today we finally tried the camarones.Camarones 2

Our friends invited M. and me to try one of their favorite spots in Matamoros. They had told us about it a while ago, and today is the day we made it over there. It’s a little white wooden hut at the corner of Calle Cuarto and Zaragoza in downtown Matamoros, owned and operated by an elderly man with kind eyes and a great smile who makes a mean camarones (shrimp) cocktail.

He fills a jumbo-sized margarita glass with fresh shrimp harvested from the Gulf of Mexico, which he keeps in a cooler under the roof of the hut. He adds freshly squeezed lime juice, chopped cilantro, minced jalapeños, avocados, and diced onions …Continue reading →