The Guadalajara Reporter
Guadalajara's Largest English Newspaper
Day of the Dead, as we all know, is Mexico’s way of remembering and honoring those missing from our lives, much like Postman’s Day on November 12 (Dia del Cartero).
People at Lakeside are complaining that prices are going up, and some have taken to buying their cornflakes out of a sack.
It’s that time of year when a caravan of real estate agents large enough to keep Trump up at night bear down on potential home buyers.
I don’t know what to eat anymore. Dietary science has gotten so complicated there should be an Bon Appetit hotline to check the latest versions of a healthful meal.
If there is one thing that unites many here in Lakeside, it is dog-ownership and understanding dog behavior. Even those without dogs seem to have a certain natural affection for our furry companions, and an equal curiosity about how dogs cleverly pretend to think.
Based on the worldwide currency of truly bad behavior, in politics, business and daily life, it seems impossible these days to identify sins, as in offenses against the Almighty.
We hit retirement age, our lives become simpler with children off (replaced by small vials of pills), and with large spaces and things collecting dust. So, the first thing we do is plan to downsize.
