Rebecca Cuningham

bilingual, En español, Spanish Culture and Language, writing

October 2022 Poetry Challenge (Early Bird Version)

Twenty-three years ago today, on the banks of the Río Frío, I married Evan. Since then hand in hand we have lived in three cities, traveled to eight countries, and hosted a score of Thanksgivings and dance parties together. In the tenth year we welcomed our child into the mix. What wonderful luck to meet […]

food, Humor, photography

Maybe Just a Nibble Before Lunch

I was rinsing organic chard before adding it to a quesadilla for Eagle’s lunch. As I patted the leaves dry, I saw something had dropped into the sink. A gray dot. I looked again and it began to stretch out. The tiny horns of the one cm long Gastropod mollusk emerged. Even though they took […]

food, Gardening, photography, The Americas

Are You Ready, Pumpkin Eaters?

I like autumn holidays, especially when pumpkins are involved. This year’s pumpkin vines have produced the most calabazas ever. I credit the abundance to Eagle’s weeding and watering the vegetables this summer. May all your pies be pumpkin. ¡Olé! -Rebecca PS Pumpkin eaters is a term of endearment in our family. -R This post is […]

bilingual, Catalunya, En español, Humor, Spanish Culture and Language

2 20-Somethings in Barcelona

Walking the grassy cart track to change trains between France and Spain, I saw a woman my age. We neared a whitewashed sentinel hut; border control. Two soldiers stood outside and a wooden barrier arm blocked our way. The passengers made a queue as the uniformed men checked and stamped passports. We stood 50 meters […]

Nature, photography

FOTD: Evening Primrose on the Prairie

Two weeks ago we had our last big hike of the summer. The prairie was lush with blooms. I may not have the complete floral alphabet, but I do have stray flowers up my sleeves as any child magician of yore. How’s your weekend? ¡Olé! –Rebecca This post is part of Cee’s Flower of the Day. #FOTD

Humor, Nature, photography

What the Hail is Going On?

That’s a Texan phrase. Tuesday it came to mind as I heard plink plink plink on our metal roof and looked outside to see ice balls pelting through the rain. Large marble sized frozen precipitation plunked onto the roof and sidewalk during the deluge. I think this is the tail end of Hurricane Fiona that […]