Into the Rapids

The only way to navigate the rapids is: calmly.

In Tropica I spend a portion of each month making the rounds of the various utility companies to pay each bill in person and in cash. It’s the price of a low voltage life in paradise.

As I left the electric company and drove to telephone company, I had a dull thud revelation.  I don’t need to rush anymore. I said it to myself again to make sure I understood correctly.  I.  Don’t.  Need.  To.  Rush. Anymore.

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Lately, fear has crept into my life.  I can’t pinpoint exactly when, why, where or how.  I never used to be a fearful person.

When I was younger, I’d make a plan and go for it.  Move to New York and go to grad school? Yes! Quit my job and start a business? Yes!  Move to a foreign country to write a novel? Yes! Marry a foreigner?  Be the founder of the Merida English Library?  Yes and yes!

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I’m not saying slow down, I’m saying, change up.


“I determined that at sixty-five, business, properly speaking, should know me no more.  On my sixty fifth birthday I woke a free man.”

–from  “All Passion Spent” by Vita Sackville West

“When I retire…”  We say these words all our life.  We say them when we are frustrated with our job, our boss, our lack of time, not enough sleep, pining for a creative outlet.  We say, “When I retire” as a threat, a promise, a dream.

Then the day comes.  Whilst there are those who are thrilled, fulfilled and “ready for the next adventure,”  it has become chic to squawk, “Who me? I’m never going to retire!”  Insulted at the notion even.

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Catch as catch can, here we are, back at the stand

Eloise by Hilary Knight

Did you think I had disappeared for good? No way!  Welcome to your new Camp Liza site!  I hope you like it.  The redesign was a result of the tremendous reception of my blog. It was a many month journey to this moment, that’s for sure. [Read more…]

Recently, an 83-year-old friend of mine let me interview him about what it is like to be old.

Grant with his second novel
Grant with his second novel


This came about when I bumped into him at the supermarket one morning.  We sidled up to each other.  “Hey Grant, how are you?”

“Well!” he paused, eyes twinkling.  “I am just astonished at being old!  How amazing it is.”

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