The village elder

The Village Elder Call me Pádraig, or for those uninitiated in Gaelic, it flows like Porric. In Spanish, it translates to Patricio or Patrick in English. I hail from Chile, but my father wove tales of Irish ancestry, bestowing upon me a name that trips up the bravest...

Tigre-en

Tigre: The Brave Dog’s Story of Loyalty and Hardship When I was little, the pets we had at home were always cats. This was primarily because my elder sister was always finding kittens. Coupled with the fact that my dad didn’t want pets in the house, it often...

The Bread Tree

The Bread Tree “Three of six” was his name because he was born third in a brood of six chicks. As you can see, his mother either lacked imagination or was quite the Trekkie. It’s most likely the former since Three, as everyone eventually called him,...

Something I regret

Something I regret. Of the joyful moments in my life, two stand out above the rest: the births of my children. These moments have etched themselves into my memory, filling me with happiness, yet always accompanied by the knowledge of the immense responsibility they...