Tañyi 2016 | Not to beat a dead horse but’ah…

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This past 365 days and some change sought to conjure up a whirlwind of topsy-turvies for us to not only endure but to prevail over. And because many of you are not aware, I’ll just say the 365 days which preceded this now passing catastrophic year wasn’t what I would call a walk in a beautifully forgotten park either—eh, more like an anxiously heart palpitating run through the dark and lonely streets of Time Square, New York just before midnight, chasing an again soon to be forgotten falling skittle. No, Frank and I were newlyweds of the elopish sort—and had been forced to separate spaces, but never hearts for four long seasons: Tañyi, Waneñi1, Weha Ehimpe2, and Wehe Píma3 –that Winter was the coldest season I’d ever faced, and we both in our own worlds had survived the 2010 blizzard in the montañas of Frostburg. Continue reading “Tañyi 2016 | Not to beat a dead horse but’ah…”