Happy Fourth of July !!!

Dear readers and fellow bloggers;

Good morning. Today we celebrate the Fourth of July in our Unique United States of America (UUSA)  remembering July 4th. 1776 when the Second Continental Congress unanimously adopted the Declaration of Independence, cutting ties with Great Britain.

After emigrating to this country in 1982, we have been working tirelessly in our medical profession, and also our literary career in the past few years as well. to build a home for our children and leave an honorable legacy of our passing through our Planet Earth.

Note . Soldiers of the U.S. Army 3rd Infantry Regiment (The Old Guard) march in formation during the 57th Presidential Inauguration, Washington, Jan. 21st, 2013. Taken from Wikimedia Commons.

Thank you for giving us the privilege of working, studying and raising a nice family in this Unique United States of America (UUSA)

Happy Fourth of July to all our fellow American citizens !!!

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You are welcome, President Joe Biden !!!

Dear readers and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. Yesterday we discovered a letter in our mail stack that somehow had been overlooked and pushed to the bottom of the pile. How preposterous! It was a thank you letter graciously written by none other than President Joseph Biden himself on October 26, 2021 , which arrived at approximately the time of our birthday on November 5th, 2021.

In Mid- October we had sent several copies of our book duly dedicated and signed to some notables in this country and abroad. We felt that thanks to the efforts of the Biden/Harris administration, we had been able to get the Pfizer vaccines on time, sparing us from certain Death if we had been infected in the street or taking care of our patients.

President Biden starts his letter like this: ” Thank you for sending such a thoughtful gift. I greatly appreciate the warm welcome you and so many of our fellow Americans have extended to me and my family.”

Then he proceeds to explain why we have to set aside our differences to face challenges. What really moved us was that he seemed to have picked up a concept that we used in our letter. We told him that we were proud to live in the Unique United States of America. He said: “If we look ahead in our uniquely American way and set our sights on the Nation we know we can be, we will meet this moment.” If I am dreaming, please don’t wake me up.

He finished his missive by thanking us again for our gift. And he expressed a personal wish. “I look forward to writing the next great chapter in the American story with you.”

Count with us, President Joseph Biden to keep working for the greatness of the UUSA.

Thank you for that fabulous birthday gift that you sent us last November.

Note. Vice-President Kamala Harris has not sent us a thank you note yet. Women !!!

God Bless the Unique United States of America!!!

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Happy Father’s Day

Dear readers and fellow bloggers:

Good afternoon, Happy Sunday and Happy Father’s Day to all of you wherever you are. Today in the USA we celebrate the man who has, together with our mother, given us the Gift of Life. Even though you departed almost ten years ago, we remember you Papá Mario in our morning prayers and in our professional careers of physician and writer, both of which were supported by you. Not only you supported us financially and timely in our big endeavors, but you lived all the convoluted paths with great excitement and joy. We still remember that day in March 1974 when we sat down in the Auditorium of the Medical School of the Universidad Nacional de La Plata to register for studies. You took over the paperwork and filled all of it. Suddenly you laughed heartily and said: “You are supposed to do this, not me…Ha…Ha…Ha.”

This picture was taken in the rooftop restaurant of the Victoria Plaza Hotel of Montevideo in 1992. It shows from left to right, our daughter Noël Marie, our Father Mario and Yours Truly.

Muchas gracias Viejo Querido!!! Te quiero muchissimo y te extraño como loco todos los dias.

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Happy Easter

Dear readers, podcasters and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. Happy Easter to all those of you who are religious AND also for those who are not as our Lord Jesus Christ does not differentiate between the two. We are all the same for his eyes. Unfortunately, due to work obligations and the Pandemic and Social Isolation‘s aftermath, we have suffered for the past two years, we cannot have a family reunion with Noël Marie and Gian Luca.

The above picture of us three was taken just a few months ago. We will surely, God Willing, celebrate Easter together next year. It has always been , together with Thanksgiving and Christmas, our favorite holiday.





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Solemnity of Good Friday

Dear readers, listeners and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. Today practicing Christians like us remember the time when Our Lord Jesus Christ had his Last Supper with his disciples before being detained in the Gethsemani Garden by the Romans. Caravaggio masterfully retrieved that moment in a tableau for us to visually catch it.

Note. This reproduction of Caravaggio’s The Taking of Christ was taken from Wikimedia Commons.


When we were young, we always went the church of Nuestro Señor de la Paciencia, a decrepit old church in the basement of a larger one in Montevideo, Uruguay, with our grandmother Yolanda and our mother Gladys. the childhood memories are so tender and solemn at the same time, made us use them as background for a scene in our novel Madame D.C – the Three Voyages. Here is an excerpt of that book that you can find as a Kindle edition by clicking this link. Enjoy the reading.

-“Anda, chaval, no podeis quedaros atras!” was the curt admonition of grandmother Pilar to his grandson, holding his hand in the long procession inching slowly downstairs in the church of “Nuestro Señor de la Paciencia” in the old quarter of Montevideo during the Good Friday festivity of 1965. As Pilar was in town at the time of Easter recess. Carmen thought that her mother—piously devout of “La Macarena”—might like that special ritual.

It was an ancient church located in the basement of a bigger one in the old part of town, open only on Fridays due to its precarious architectonics. Parishioners could not visit it except on Good Fridays when they arrived en masse to thank for a granted favour. Or to ask for one. Or for both things.

Carmen, Pilar, Didier and Nadine parsimoniously walked down the steep stairwell along dozens of women that were clutching plastic flowers, alternatively chanting hymns or fervently praying during their slow descent. Downstairs, they gasped at the terracotta images dotting the whole contour. The children liked to examine all the small copper ex votos affixed to the grimy walls depicting arms, legs or eyes, reminders of the Almighty’s aid.

Pilar and Carmen kneeled down before San Antonio di Padova, patron saint of suffering lovers, their hands locked tight and praying in total silence. They both felt the dangerous threat, morphing in hiding but palpably close.

In the main altar there was an intriguing image of Jesus Christ seated on a rock and holding a slender baton in his left hand. The right hand was holding his reclined bearded visage, which had a decidedly gloomy look.

Padre nuestro, que estás en los cielos, santificado sea el tu nombre…

The loud praying of some committed old ladies echoed through the pews.

Didier was transfixed by the Christ’s melancholic image, free of pain.

Vénganos en tu reino, dános el pan de cada dia y no nos dejes caer…

That Christ was telling him that living meant waiting for something.

Y líbranos del mal, Amén…Padre nuestro , que estás en los cielos…

The litany of fervent prayer, carried out non-stop by devoted women, was a testimony of their big needs and even bigger hope for relief.

After half an hour of staring at the seated Jesus, praying and shedding a few tears, Carmen decided to lead the group out of the cavernous building. They slowly made their way upstairs in the middle of a crowd, back to the waning sunlight of a fall evening that was threatening to turn extremely cold.

– “How about if we go visit Tio Pepe?” said Carmen to the children.

-“Right,” Didier said, “he’ll invite us with hot ‘chocolate and churros’—“ They walked briskly a few city blocks to reach their Uncle’s house.

-“Bienvenidos,” Tio Pepe said when he opened the door. “Adelante!”

Let us celebrate together the utmost sacrifice made for all of us by Jesus Christ, Our Savior.

We take pride in the great Catholic faith conveyed to us by our dear parents and grandparents.

Muchas gracias Mamá y Mita.

AMÉN !!!

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Sacred Duty of Writers

“Écrire c’est réclamer la liberté pour tous les hommes” Jean Paul Sartre

(Writing consists in demanding freedom for all Mankind)

Dear readers, listeners and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. After dedicating all our efforts to edit yet again the manuscript of our new book Emotional Frustration – the Hushed Plague we will resume our blogging and podcasting duties. And we use expressly the work “duty” because in these terrible times when the Ukrainian Nation has been invaded by the barbaric Russian Armed Forces, we, the writers, have the duty to speak up.

Our literary hero Jean Paul Sartre did not sit out the Nazi occupation of France but joined the Résistance to participate in its public relations and propaganda efforts, which was a very dangerous choice at the time. his companions said that he was always eager to help in any way he could. This political compromise continued throughout his public career, from denouncing the use of torture by the Occupying French Army in Algeria to the use of Napalm by the American Army in Vietnam.

Note. This reproduction of a 1965 image of Jean Paul Sartre was taken from Wikimedia Commons.

When the May 1968 insurrection raged through the streets of Paris, Sartre, who had become a Maoist while he was teaching at La Sorbonne, was conspicuous in almost all the manifestations. The government of Général De Gaulle was constantly irritated by the famous writer’s high public profile, which attracted the attention of all the major international news and media outlets. One day one of his ministers suggested that he should arrest Sartre for sedition. After demurring, he said:

“On n’enferme pas Voltaire.”

( We cannot imprison Voltaire)

We the writers have a sacred duty to always defend the freedom of all the rest of Humanity. We cannot stay silent in the face of the daily atrocities perpetrated against innocent Ukrainian women and children by the unruly, undisciplined and unhinged Russian soldiers in this War of Aggression.

Speak out against the barbaric Russian Invasion of Ukraine in all the World’s intellectual forums.

Speak clear. Speak firm. Speak loud.

Long Live Ukraine.

No pasarán !!!

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Celebrating the International day of the Woman

Dear readers, listeners and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. Today, March 8th, we are celebrating the International Day of the Woman worldwide. We salute all those devoted, smart and hard-working ladies that have made the difference in our lives.

Note. This is a picture of our dearest daughter Noël Marie holding our hand.

Thank you very much for giving us Life itself and making it so much more efficient and enjoyable.

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Celebrating Ash Wednesday !!!

Dear readers, listeners and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. Today Christians, and Roman Catholics in particular, are celebrating together the feast of Ash Wednesday, the first Day of Lent, the six weeks-period preceding the Feast of Easter.

Note. This picture of us with our daughter Noël Marie and our son Gian Luca was taken in the Christmas time of 2019 in the Saint Patrick’s Church of Miami Beach.

Repent and Believe in the Gospel.

We salute all the fellow Christians that are celebrating Ash Wednesday today.

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Less War, More Love !!!

Dear readers, listeners and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. In these dire times when the drums of warfare in Ukraine are resonating the world over, we need more than ever to focus on our loved ones and the need for peace in the World. We sincerely believe that all the decent citizens of the planet will rally for the right cause. Ukraine. 

Ukraine is part of Europe and its citizenry has been trying to detach itself from the abominable legacy of the former Soviet Union and the authoritarianism of the repressive Russian Regime.  Today we wanted to put the image of the sculpture in the San Diego Navy Yard that honors the famous spontaneous kiss in Times Square between a returning sailor and a New York City nurse. Voilà !

This great image was taken yesterday by our lovely daughter Noël Marie. C’est beau l’amour !!!

Note. This famous picture in Times Square was taken by Alfred Eisenstaedt in V-Day 1945 and published for the first time in Life Magazine.

We salute the brave Ukrainian Resistance to the Invading Russian Hordes. 


Less War, More Love.

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Our greatgrandchildren Mario and Luka were born !!!

Dear readers, listeners and fellow bloggers:

Good morning and Happy Sunday. A few days ago Mario and Luka, the gorgeous twin sons of mother Kristy Pilbeam, daughter of our sister Mary Pilbeam, were born in Grand Rapids, Michigan, USA. When we were 17 years old, we had the privilege of earning a full scholarship to study as a Foreign Exchange Student for six months in Portage, Michigan; the Morton family hosted us and we have kept close over the years. Jim and Mary Morton had three daughters: Mary, Faye and Tricia.

The one closes to Katie’s hand is Mario and the other one is Luka. The one below is Mario.

And this is one is Luka.

Seems incredible that, without being a grandfather yet as both our children are still single, we had the blessing of having great-grandchildren. Welcome to this difficult world, brave twin navigators. Congratulations to their parents, Katie and Jaime, for bringing New Life to this World.

After two years of this horrible pandemic, that has taken so many dear relatives and friends away from us, we are craving for the renewed hope in Mankind that these creatures bring us. Hooray!!!

Thank you God Almighty for granting us the privilege of watching these two marvelous creatures.

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