Rainy-Day Soliloquy

Rainy-Day Soliloquy

by | Jun 8, 2020 | Little Epiphanies

by Kevin Carrel Footer In La Boca, the river has shed its customary brown livery and turned gray. You would think that a river would remain one color, not change like a chameleon, but you would be wrong. The Rio de la Plata is a shape-shifter, writhing and cavorting...
The Wooden Table

The Wooden Table

by | Jun 4, 2020 | Little Epiphanies

by Kevin Carrel Footer He ran his fingers across the wooden table because he wanted to feel something real again, something that connected him to the organic world. His fingertips feared splinters — admittedly, that was part of the thrill — but they found only worn...
Food, Sex, Pets and Tango

Food, Sex, Pets and Tango

by | Mar 29, 2020 | Little Epiphanies

When a stranger opens their arms to us in a tango embrace, it is an invitation. When we bare our chest to receive our partner, it is trust in its purest form. When our arms wrap around each other in romantic or fraternal love, it is a homecoming, a possibility.

Cigarette Breath

Cigarette Breath

by | Feb 16, 2020 | Little Epiphanies

Milonga at Los Laureles, Buenos Aires, 2018 After the first tango ended, we made the small-talk that is the unguent that holds the milonga community together. “Do you come here often?” “How beautiful the orchestra is playing tonight.” “I love the way you dance.” My...