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SMA Writers’ Conference & Literary Festival: Holding the Megaphone

By Estefanía Camacho

The writer Margaret Atwood (1939), widely recognized for her work in speculative fiction and for her dystopian novel turned into a film and television series, The Handmaid’s Tale, said she has never quite understood why Elon Musk, the owner of SpaceX, is making so much money. “You’re not ever going to live on Mars. I’m here to tell you,” the Canadian author said, prompting laughter during the closing keynote of the 21st San Miguel Writers’ Conference & Literary Festival.

Approximately 1,750 people attended the event, about 250 more than in 2025, enjoying four days of stimulating talks alongside morning yoga and writing sessions. From February 11 to 15, participants learned how to write memoir, poetry, short stories, crime fiction, and how to give voice to characters, guided by internationally renowned speakers such as Jennifer Clement, Elizabeth Santiago, Susan Brown, and Sandra Cisneros, the multi-award-winning recipient of the PEN America Literary Award. Sessions were held in tents spread across the grounds of the Hotel Real de Minas, a six-minute walk from the warm, radiant historic center of San Miguel de Allende.

Maira Kalman, Sandra Cisneros, and Yásnaya Aguilar
The acclaimed keynote lectures were among the most anticipated moments of the afternoon, with the conference opening on Wednesday, February 11, led by Abraham Verghese. At certain times, other roundtable discussions opened space for dialogue on a range of topics, with artificial intelligence emerging as a particularly popular theme.

On the second day, Maira Kalman (1949) spoke about her book Women Holding Things (2022). She explained how the project began during the pandemic. “What do women hold? The home and the family and the children and the food, the friendships, the work, the work of the world and the work of being human, the memories and the troubles and the sorrows and the triumphs and the love. Men do as well, but…” she recited emotionally. Kalman reflected on care, beauty, and the quiet persistence of daily work, arguing that in moments of collective anxiety, the most radical acts may simply be to keep working, notice beauty, and help those who need it.

Later that afternoon, Sandra Cisneros and Yásnaya Aguilar Gil, the Mixe writer from Oaxaca, led a close conversation in Spanish with a small group of attendees. Cisneros confessed how she thought she’d speak more with Mexicans since the first time she attended the festival, but realized it was mainly for English language speakers. “So we want these programs to include the Mexican community, to decolonize it, but we have to figure out a way for them to be free, truly free for the Mexican public,” she said, although this year some workshops were held in Spanish and offered to teenagers as well.

Yásnaya reflected on the panel’s theme of activism and literature, emphasizing that activism does not always look like constant resistance. Sometimes, she said, it looks like resting –and that does not mean abandoning the struggle. “When my community appointed me as a spokesperson in defense of water, I had my grandmother and many others who would have coffee and food waiting for me when I returned from assemblies. There is no such thing as heroic individual activism. It is sustained by the work of many.”

Cisneros also addressed the fact that right-wing religious groups have called for her book The House on Mango Street –now 42 years since its publication– to be removed from school programs. “They haven’t targeted my book specifically. It’s not that they chose only me,” she said, switching seamlessly between English and Spanish. “So I don’t take it personally. And I’m sure they haven’t read my book. The good thing is, they give me great publicity.”

Rebecca Kuang: A Call to Let Go of Nostalgia
As the afternoon progressed, excitement built for another highly anticipated keynote. The room erupted into thunderous applause as New York Times bestselling author Rebecca Kuang (1996), better known as R.F. Kuang took the stage. Young, with a soft, slightly high-pitched voice, she delivered a message in a tone so gentle it felt hypnotic.

Speaking about her novel Babel, or The Necessity of Violence: An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators’ Revolution which draws parallels between a fantastic world and the reality of pursuing an academic degree. Kuang argued that one must break the illusion.

She went on to discuss the three myths that we cling to about the university: first, that academia is a pathway to upward socioeconomic mobility; second, that it is meritocratic; and third, that it is a site of free speech and political resistance. “I’ll argue all of these myths are false. They don’t describe any American university that exists. Indeed, they don’t even describe any university that existed in the past. We’re defending a nostalgic vision of that which never was.”

The audience listened, stunned, but engaged. With no guarantee that a college degree will lead to a well-paying job, she added, “These kids do not have the leisure to read Homer because they need that perfect transcript.” suggested Kuang and asked to extend more empathy toward students navigating precarity, including those who turn to AI out of desperation rather than laziness. The line earned vigorous applause.

Kuang did not leave the audience without answers. She proposed honoring forms of knowledge-sharing outside formal degree programs, just as much as we honor twelve sleepy undergrads. She praised adult learners as some of the best students and explained that she also offers a creative writing workshop for her community much like the one she teaches at Yale, with the costs partially contributing to a fund for children in Palestine. The audience rose in a standing ovation.

Day 3: Oral Tradition and the Written Word
The following day, Yásnaya Aguilar opened her lecture first in Mixe and then in Spanish, with interpretation provided for some attendees. She explained that literature is only one of the many possibilities encompassed by the poetic function of language. For her, it is not a problem that Mixe oral narratives are not validated as “literature,” since that label applies specifically to works produced within the Western tradition. “Mixe oral tradition narratives are not literature, and that’s not a bad thing. They are, however, a clear example of how the poetic function is exercised in this language.”
She emphasized that a community’s tradition of memory is collective, likening it to jazz. “While there is a shared structure, each performer of the memory tradition will execute it differently.”

That same afternoon, the lecture by Argentine writer Andrés Neuman (1977) felt like a direct dialogue with Yásnaya’s talk. With hints of stand-up comedy despite the seriousness of his ideas, Neuman demonstrated that the universal language of laughter requires no translation. He recalled how his grandmother kept to herself the fact that she used to be a translator from Yiddish into Spanish. Then he also spoke tenderly about documenting his child’s first words and early sentences. “We don’t remember, astonishingly, learning how to speak. And I suspect literature exists because of that gap. Poetry, in particular, exists as an attempt to remember that once we didn’t know how to speak, and we tried.”

Neuman also described his fascination with the life of María Moliner, the avant-garde librarian who single-handedly produced the most comprehensive dictionary of Spanish, which inspired his novel Until It Begins to Shine (2025).

That evening, three teenage writers were recognized among 70 students from Guanajuato who had attended workshops to write short stories. The moment deeply moved Neuman, who sees this kind of care as central to his idea of literature: caring for thought, and thinking about care. “That’s what festivals like this do,” he said.

Day 5: Margaret Atwood, Memory, and Times of Turmoil
The festival closed with Margaret Atwood, who reflected on memory, protest, and political instability following the publication of her 2025 memoir, Book of Lives: A Memoir of Sorts. In a conversational keynote, Atwood revisited moments, repeating an interesting advice she provides in her book to “hang on to the megaphone” recounting how she once went for a walk with a friend then joined an anti–Vietnam War march. “We marched to the Boston Common, where the American Nazi Party took away our megaphone… So hang on to the megaphone. Don’t let them Nazis take it away from you.”

She also recalled a public event in Montreal where, during a Q&A session, someone asked whether The Handmaid’s Tale was autobiographical. “And I said, ‘No, it isn’t.’ And he said, ‘Yes it is.’ And I said, ‘No, it isn’t, it’s set in the future.’ And he said, ‘That’s no excuse.’ In a way, he was right, because anything you write goes through your head. Of course, the experiences you’ve had, the people you’ve met, the places you’ve lived: all of that comes in handy one way or another.”

Finally, and after questioning Musk’s wealth, despite acknowledging a time of turmoil and change that is not entirely under our control yet deeply affects us, Atwood expressed hope. She argued that while this may not be the worst moment in history, it does make us more aware of what we once took for granted, including a supposed Pax Americana, that seems to be crumbling. “We have to make it clear that this is not a problem of peoples; it’s a problem with an administration,” she said, touching her pacemaker to tell the audience to “Keep your nerve, and keep good relations wherever you can.”

Estefanía Camacho is a freelance Mexican journalist working across media and digital magazines. She is a specialist in gender, SMEs, economics, and business.

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Could Simply Moving to Mexico Be Considered “Health Care”?

By Kary Vannice—

Every year, people pack up their lives and move somewhere else in search of something …undefinable. It’s not about the weather or the money, and despite what friends back home may think, it is not even about running away from responsibility. For most, it’s simply about wanting life to feel different…better.

And modern research backs this up. There’s even a term for it: lifestyle migration.

Sociologist Michaela Benson describes it as the movement of people who are not forced to relocate for work or safety, but who are “searching for a better way of life.” And that phrase comes up again and again in studies of first-world citizens who move to places like Mexico, Costa Rica, Thailand and many other developing countries.

But does changing countries actually change anything internally? According to research, it certainly changes things energetically.

Psychologists Judith Rodin and Ellen Langer have spent decades researching what they call “perceived control.” Their studies show that people who feel they have more influence over their daily lives experience less stress, better health, and even live longer. Their work suggests it’s not simply what happens to us that matters, it’s whether we feel we are in control or being controlled.

The Journal of Happiness Studies found that agency, a sense of directing one’s own life, is consistently linked to higher life satisfaction across almost every country studied. In other words, feeling in charge of your day-to-day life matters, a lot.

When someone relocates, the move itself doesn’t magically solve all their problems, but it does force them to redesign their way of life. They’re now living in an environment with different bureaucracies, different expectations, different cultural rhythms, and different definitions of success. As a foreigner, they experience the unique freedom of not having grown up inside the existing structure, so they no longer feel bound to it.

Researchers looking at stress physiology use another term, “allostatic load,” defined as the cumulative physical, mental, and emotional “wear and tear” from chronic, repeated, or prolonged stress exposure. Neuroscientist Bruce McEwen, writing in the New England Journal of Medicine, showed how long-term stress responses become embedded in the body, affecting cardiovascular, metabolic, and emotional health. leading to long-term health problems as one ages.

These stress responses are not just triggered by traumatic events. Most come from constant low-level demands, time pressure, competition, and unpredictability in the surrounding environment.

Another study published in Psychological Science showed that people report greater well-being when their personal values align with the norms of the society they live in. Not feeling aligned with the current political climate, for example, can cause a persistent sense of friction and emotional discord.

Relocation can reduce that friction. Not because the new location is necessarily better, but because it aligns more with one’s personal values and lifestyle choices.

In her study Lifestyle Migration and the Quest for a Better Way of Life, researcher Karen O’Reilly documented how participants talked about wanting “time,” “space,” and “control over everyday living” rather than material gain. This is what prompted many of them to move from their country of origin. They described their decision to relocate less as an escape and more as a recalibration.

Of course, living abroad also poses challenges such as language, bureaucracy, and adapting to new cultural norms. But these types of challenges also carry unexpected health benefits. Manageable stress, the kind that comes from learning, problem-solving, and navigating new situations, can build resilience and cognitive flexibility. Unlike the draining stress of constant pressure, these kinds of challenges engage the brain, encourage social connection, and create a sense of accomplishment. Figuring out how to open a bank account in another language or navigate a new governmental system may be frustrating in the moment, but it also fosters confidence, adaptability, and a sense of autonomy in daily life.

If you strip away the romantic ideals of living abroad, you start to see that changing countries often changes how we feel about ourselves and our lives. For many, it fosters a more calm, centered, and grounded sense of self and personal agency. Both of which have long-term positive health benefits and can contribute to living longer.

So, could relocating be one of the best things you do for your mental and emotional health?

Not so much because of the new country itself, but because you stepped outside of the patterns and systems that once defined you. In this case, well-being has less to do with where you land and more to do with what you leave behind. A new environment invites an opportunity to live in a new way, and for many, life no longer feels like something that happens to them by default, but more like something they are creating with intention.

Kary Vannice is a writer and energetic healer who explores the intersections of culture, consciousness, and daily life in Mexico.

Healthy and delicious dining in San Miguel

By Michael Solof

San Miguel de Allende isn’t just about the colorful buildings and lively streets—it’s turning into a solid spot for healthy eating too. More folks are paying attention to what they eat, and the restaurants here have stepped up with fresh ingredients and menus that work for different diets. Whether you’re vegan, avoiding gluten, or just want something lighter, there are excellent choices available around town.

Spots range from laid-back to a bit more polished, so you might find yourself eating in a quiet garden, on a sunny patio, or at a shared table where the vibe feels easy and welcoming. Here are a few standouts for healthy dining in San Miguel de Allende. Each one has its own style but sticks to quality ingredients so the food not only tastes good but is also good for you. Locals and visitors alike keep coming back to these places time and time again for a reason.

RUSTICA – Salida a Celaya 34
Everyday 8am – 5pm

Rustica is one of those places that gets healthy eating right. I went for the breakfast bowl and lentil soup last time, and both were full of flavor without any heavy seasoning. They let the ingredients do the talking, which is nice. The green juice was fresh and gave me a good boost to start the day.

The space feels calm from the second you walk in—like a quiet garden with all sorts of beautiful plants around. The front patio is fine even if you’re near the street, but the back one is especially nice when the weather cooperates. It’s peaceful without being too isolated. The staff is friendly and on top of things. They make you feel at home right away and are great at keeping everything running smooth and relaxed.

They have plenty of plant-based and gluten-free dishes, and you see people ordering breakfast tacos or smoothies that look just as fresh. The menu covers a lot, from breakfast sandwiches to mole eggs, and prices stay reasonable for the quality. It’s easy to understand why this spot stays busy. If you’re after a healthy breakfast or lunch in a chill setting, Rustica is a reliable pick. It’s definitely one of my favorite places to take visitors.

NÉCTAR – Correo 43
Wednesday-Sunday 8:30-4:30pm

Nectar has become a popular hot spot for people looking for healthy meals. The place mixes a cozy indoor area with loads of beautiful artwork, with a nice outdoor patio, so it feels inviting no matter where you sit. The menu works for vegetarians, vegans, and anyone gluten-free. I liked the roasted vegetable omelette—it came with delicious potatoes on the side—and the mini tamales were a fun, satisfying option. They do creative things like Earl Grey-infused black beans or chilaquiles with sesame, keeping things lighter but still tasty. Desserts like chocolate cake are worth saving room for, and portions are generous.

The helpful staff will suggest dishes if you need ideas. They‘ve never made a bad suggestion in all the times I’ve visited. While you wait, you can check out the gift shop with home decor and glass hummingbird feeders. It adds a little extra to the visit.

Nectar is about the whole experience: solid food, a relaxed spot, and friendly people. It’s great for breakfast or lunch, and it quickly becomes one of those places you’ll want to revisit again and again.

OJO DE AGUA – The Corner of Correo and Portal de Guadalupe, near the Jardin – hours vary, check locally.

Ojo de Agua sits close to the Parroquia and Jardin, making it an easy stop when you’re out walking. The inner courtyard is a peaceful break from the bustle, with plants, swinging hammocks and nature sounds all around.

The menu focuses on fresh, simple dishes. I had chilaquiles and avocado toast, both made with really good ingredients that let the flavors stand out. Friends tried the matcha tea cakes with ricotta, and tuna tacos—everything came out perfectly. They have lots of vegan-friendly and lighter options, plus made-to-order juices and smoothies. It’s one of the best juice places in SMA!

The quesadillas are another solid choice, showing how they turn basic ingredients into something filling. The garden seating, including swings, gives it a fun, relaxed feel. It’s a good place to settle in for breakfast or lunch without being rushed. It’s worth stopping by if you’re nearby and want something wholesome.

DON TACO TEQUILA – Calle Dr Ignacio Hernandez Macias 83 Everyday 2pm -10 pm

Don Taco Tequila does fully vegan Mexican food in a way that works even if you’re not usually vegan. The dishes feel hearty and creative. Some favorites are the corn ribs, tequila nachos, and tacos like chicharrito (vegan chicharrón style), mayahuel in lettuce wraps, baja, and spicy chorizo. Vegan staples are in plentiful supply there and they use lots of vegetables, grains, legumes, mushrooms, and avocado, so the meals are nutritious without a single animal product in sight. The mushroom quesadilla has a nice texture that feels close to meat but stays plant-based. There’s also a spinach and quinoa salad with roasted tomatoes and agave-sesame dressing, or quesabirria for that classic flavor.

They also serve a tasty selection of all sorts of drinks including ginger lemonade, Jamaica options, and cocktails like the Jamaica mezcal margarita. Many folks go there just for the drinks; they are that good!

I talked with Hernando, the owner, during my visit. He’s been vegetarian his whole life, even though he grew up in northern Mexico where carne asada was everywhere. He opened Don Taco Tequila in 2012 believing tacos could be a base for more refined Mexican flavors. The restaurant slowly evolved into being fully vegan, and he’s proud of helping people try cruelty-free food without feeling like they’re missing out.

He feels the main challenge he faces is the word “vegan” which sometimes turns people off, but changing people’s minds and seeing his customers enjoy his food, year after year is the best part of his job. Dishes like the Bigotes taco and Mushroom Mixote show how simple ingredients can make a complete, flavorful meal. Hernando says the real draw is the atmosphere there, and everyone from staff to customers adds to the positive energy that pervades the place. Food, he says, brings people together and he loves providing that chance.

As you check out these healthy spots in San Miguel de Allende, it’s clear you don’t have to give up great taste to eat well. And all these restaurants use fresh ingredients and create welcoming spaces where you can relax and enjoy. It makes every meal feel like a small but wonderful discovery. So, whether you’re after a big meal or just something super refreshing like a delicious salad, soup, fresh juice, or smoothie. There’s something available for every type of tasty and dietary desire.

Healthy eating in SMA can be both easy to find and incredibly enjoyable. Ya just gotta get off the couch!

Michael Solof leads SMA Adventure Hound, a group which takes locals and newcomers to brunches and dinners at different restaurants every week and he also offers classes in the art of smartphone photography. You can contact him at WhatsApp +1-443-310-9214 for more info and to reserve.

Medical School in Mexico: An Option for US and Canadian Students?

By Marcia Chaiken and Jan Chaiken—

Several decades ago, we met American students attending the Universidad Autónoma de Guadalajara (UAG) School of Medicine waiting in line at La Chata – an ever-popular restaurant in the city center worth the wait. We chatted as the line inched forward and agreed to be seated together when we reached the front. We were surprised that the students were conversant in Spanish but definitely not fluent and wondered how they were able to understand their med school lectures. They explained that the UAG program was developed primarily for US students, with many courses in English and coordinated with hospitals in the US for clinical rotations. We assumed their decision to attend UAG was motivated by the beauty and rich cultural opportunities in Guadalajara.

Years later, we had closely watched our oldest granddaughter, youngest niece, and cousins’ kids negotiate the lengthy process of applying to US undergraduate schools that have high acceptance rates for med schools, then applying to outstanding med schools, and then seeking a “match” for residency in a specialized field. We frankly wondered if UAG and similar med schools in Mexico would have provided an easier option for aspiring MDs who wanted to practice eventually north of the border.

Medical school acceptance rates in Canada are extremely competitive. There are 18 accredited medical schools in the country – of which 7 are in Ontario. The overall acceptance rate is under 15%. The acceptance rate is even lower for applicants who live out of province – about 5%

While there are about 160 accredited med schools in the US that grant MD degrees, competition is still fierce. Fewer than 50% of applicants are accepted each year: the med school that our granddaughter attended accepts under 3% of applicants each year. At her white-coat ceremony at the beginning of her first year, the dean of students pointed out that all the newly inducted students and many other applicants met the basic criteria for acceptance: very high undergraduate grades, very high Medical College Admission Test (MCAT) scores, and extracurricular activities involving medical proficiency. But the reason they were selected was because all of them demonstrated a very high level of compassion for others.

Mexico, with 151 med schools, has slightly fewer than the US. The acceptance rates vary significantly between the public medical schools and the private ones in Mexico. The highly prestigious public Universidad Nacional Autonoma de Mexico (UNAM) accepts fewer than 2% of medical school applicants. Universidad Autonoma de Nuevo Leon (UANL), which some say is second to UNAM in prestige, is less competitive but still rejects close to 90% of applicants. Some of the top-tier private medical schools with classes in English, such as the Universidad de Monterrey, are equally as competitive. Whereas the private UAG accepts about 43% of applicants, other private universities have developed more inclusive programs leading to medical degrees that are frankly aimed at attracting English-speaking students from north of the border. Anahuac University has such a program in Cancun which accepts about 60% of applicants. Xochicalco School of Medicine has campuses near the US border and accepts over 80% of applicants.

In general, students north of the border who have not been accepted at a medical school of their choice in their home country do have opportunities to study in a medical program in Mexico. But realistically they are highly unlikely to be accepted in one of the most prestigious medical schools in Mexico. Their best chance appears to be one of the programs that have been established to educate students from the US and Canada.

Another barrier to medical education north of the border is cost. In the US by 2024, four years of tuition, fees, and living expenses generally cost between $250,000 and $400,000. Tuition each year alone in US medical schools two years ago cost between $42,000 and $67,000, depending on whether the school was public or private and the region of the country. Tuition in Canada is generally significantly lower for Canadian residents, ranging from $4000 to over $25,000 – but the annual fee for foreign students can reach between $90,000 and $100,000 (Canadian dollars). Tuition in the prestigious public medical schools in Mexico are essentially symbolic and remarkably low for Mexican citizens, for example at UNAM under $30 (US dollars) per year. But foreign students attending the programs in Mexico developed to serve English speakers can expect to pay fees comparable to US medical school tuition – about $36,000 for the first years of in-class basic sciences teaching to $59,000 a year for clinical years spent in Mexico and over $80,000 a year for clinical years with rotations in the US.

Although cost of living in Mexico is reputedly much lower than in the US and Canada, as recent US and Canadian temporary residents can testify, the days when gringos could live high-on-the-hog in Mexico are over. To maintain a standard of living that even the most impoverished American or Canadian med student would expect is no longer inexpensive in Mexico.

Another consideration in choosing a medical school is the probability of matching with a residency program after graduation. For those in their last year of med school “Match Day” may be ranked as high on the anxiety scale as a wedding day. In fact, in the case of our granddaughter, Match Day engendered even more excitement. Imagine, the hundreds of soon-to-be MDs all waiting to be informed at precisely the same second whether they were chosen to be a resident in the field of their choice at a highly desirable teaching hospital, a hospital that was not exactly high on their list – or even any hospital at all.

Before choosing one of the programs in Mexico for a medical education, prospective students must realize that earning an MD degree does not escape the rest of the arduous process of becoming a licensed physician in the US or Canada. Admission to a US or Canadian residency program is not guaranteed and may not even be possible depending on the med school and the particular program of studies undertaken in Mexico. For Canadian graduates of Canadian medical schools, post-MD residency is almost guaranteed – over 95% of applicants “match” within their preferred field. And for graduates of US medical schools, the match rate for US residency programs has been only slightly lower. However, the match rate for residency in the US for students who completed MD degrees out of the country (including in Mexico) is much lower – in 2024 according to the American Medical Association – 67%. And although first-time residency applicants from foreign med schools matched in Canada at a respectable 87%, those who didn’t match during the first application were unlikely to be more successful in subsequent applications, with rates dropping to under 30%.

Finally, to be licensed to practice in the US or Canada, MDs trained in other countries must take a sequence of rigorous exams that require intense study. Most medical school students take some of these exams as they complete their in-class studies and are at the top of their game. And based on our observations of young relatives going through this exam process – one really needs to be passionately committed to practicing medicine north of the border to have the stamina and knowledge to pass.

As much as we love Mexico, we advise young students who have applied to med school in the US or Canada and were not accepted, think twice. Take a year or two and work in a related field. Find out if you really have a passion for medicine, and if you do, choose one of the programs in Mexico that is authorized to make sure their graduates match for residency in the specialty you want in the US or Canada.

A Gallery of Her Own

Galería San Francisco, and a Creative Community Built Around Women Artists

By Susan Santiago—

I opened Galería San Francisco in January 2016, fulfilling a long-held dream of creating a space devoted not only to exhibiting art but to nurturing creativity and community. My first location was in a historic building on Calle San Francisco—charming and full of character. However, as the gallery grew over the next four years, its limitations became increasingly clear. City regulations prohibited exterior signage, which made visibility difficult, and being on the second floor meant many potential visitors simply could not find us. For older adults especially, the stairs were a significant obstacle.

Recognizing that accessibility would be essential to the gallery’s future, I began searching for a more suitable space. When I visited Fábrica La Aurora, I immediately felt it was where we belonged. I was fortunate to secure a lease on two rooms with a patio, and the owner was specifically seeking tenants who offered public classes—perfectly aligned with my vision for Galería San Francisco.

Over the following year, the owner generously approved the conversion of a two-car garage adjacent to the gallery into a classroom. This expansion allowed us to broaden our programming and eventually relocate entirely from Calle San Francisco to Fábrica La Aurora. Today, the gallery functions as both an exhibition space and a creative hub. We offer year-round classes in watercolor, sketching, mixed media, collage, and acrylics, taught by accomplished working artists with many years of teaching experience. Beginners and advanced students alike are welcome, and the atmosphere is intentionally warm and supportive. The mix of local residents, expatriates, and international visitors creates a lively environment where people connect through art and often form lasting friendships.

Over time, Galería San Francisco has become known as a place where art is not only displayed but experienced. Visitors can observe artists at work, participate in classes, or attend workshops and exhibitions throughout the year. We have received awards and glowing reviews on TripAdvisor, where we are frequently described as a “must-visit” destination in San Miguel. What means the most to me, however, is hearing from students who discover creativity they never knew they had, or from travelers who say their time at the gallery became one of the highlights of their visit.

My own journey in the art world has been deeply influenced by my late friend Bob Geno, who owned Orlando Gallery in the Los Angeles area for more than 50 years. Bob gave many artists their first opportunity—including me—and I will always be grateful for his belief in my work. Through his gallery, I met other artists, exchanged ideas, and experienced the camaraderie of a true creative community. He was an avid collector and a true lover of art, and he will always remain close to my heart.

As my retirement from teaching approached, I began to dream about opening my own gallery in San Miguel. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life around creative people who were open-minded and interested in ideas. Transitioning from being an art teacher to running a gallery was a true baptism of fire, but now that Galería San Francisco has been open for almost 11 years I have a lot more confidence in how to run a business, but I also know there is always something new to learn. My vision for the gallery was to showcase artists working in a variety of styles and recently I have committed to representing only the work of women artists. I also wanted to offer a variety of classes to the community and visitors to San Miguel. I believe having experienced educators and practicing artists teaching classes creates a more vibrant learning environment.

Focusing on women artists has become an especially meaningful part of the gallery’s identity. Throughout my years in the art world, I saw how often women’s work was overlooked or undervalued. By dedicating the gallery to their work, I hope to provide a platform where their voices and perspectives can be seen and appreciated. The artists we represent range from emerging talents to established professionals, working across many styles and mediums, yet united by originality and a strong personal vision. The sense of mutual support among them is one of the things that makes the gallery feel less like a business and more like a community.

Education remains at the heart of everything we do. Our classes are not only about technique but about encouraging confidence, curiosity, and personal expression. Many students return year after year, and some eventually go on to exhibit their own work, which is incredibly rewarding to witness.

Looking back, the evolution of Galería San Francisco has taught me the importance of adaptability, resilience, and community. What began as a dream in a hard-to-find upstairs space has grown into a thriving gallery and learning center that contributes to the cultural life of San Miguel. I feel deeply grateful to spend my days surrounded by art, by creative people, and by the knowledge that the gallery continues to inspire others to explore and express their own creativity.

Kate Van Doren’s latest exhibition opens in Querétaro

By Ann Marie Jackson—

Join Kate Van Doren and many of the women featured in The Healing Words Project on Friday, March 6, at 7:00 p.m. at the Museum of Art in Querétaro (MAQRO) for the opening of a three-room solo exhibition that is less about a single artist and more about collective voice. The Healing Words Project is a living body of work composed of hundreds of women’s and gender-expansive people’s stories of survival, displacement, grief, resistance, and healing—expressed through painting, photography, drawing, and video. The exhibition will run from March 6 through June 6, 2026.

Created by artist and registered art therapist Kate Van Doren, The Healing Words Project centers self-authored narratives. Each participant contributes her own words—often a mantra, prayer, or declaration—which are written directly onto the body and documented through portraiture. These images then become the foundation for artworks that reflect both the individual and the shared human experience. The words are not decorative; they are the work itself.

At its heart, the project asks a quiet but radical question: What happens when women are believed? And further—what becomes possible when their stories are not edited, interpreted, or extracted, but honored exactly as they are offered?

The exhibition in Querétaro arrives at a moment of global reckoning. Across Mexico and beyond, conversations around gender-based violence, migration, displacement, and collective trauma are increasingly urgent. Many of the women represented in the exhibition are refugees, activists, mothers, artists, and survivors—some forced to leave their homelands, others navigating systems that have long silenced them. Rather than framing these stories through victimhood, The Healing Words Project centers agency. The women are not subjects of the artwork; they are collaborators and co-authors. Learn more at healingwordsproject.com.

Van Doren describes her approach as empathic realism—a socially engaged form of realism rooted in ethical collaboration and deep listening. Her paintings are technically precise, yet emotionally porous. They do not dramatize suffering or offer easy narratives of redemption. Instead, they hold space for complexity: grief alongside strength, anger alongside tenderness, vulnerability alongside power. Each portrait is an act of witnessing rather than interpretation.

The exhibition unfolds across three rooms, inviting viewers into an immersive encounter with these voices. Moving through the space, visitors are met not by spectacle, but by presence. The cumulative effect is intimate and expansive at once—each individual story standing on its own, while also contributing to a collective chorus. The repetition of words, faces, and gestures becomes a form of visual testimony.

Importantly, The Healing Words Project is grounded in reciprocity. For many participants —particularly those impacted by war, displacement, or economic instability—the project extends beyond visibility. Mutual aid, commissions, and shared resources are integral to the work. Art, here, is not symbolic; it is practical. It creates connection, sustains relationships, and, in some cases, directly supports families and communities.

Querétaro’s role as host city is significant. With its deep cultural history and contemporary art scene, the city provides a powerful setting for an exhibition rooted in remembrance, resilience, and forward movement. Opening during International Women’s Month, the show invites reflection not only on women’s experiences, but on how healing operates collectively—how it moves between people, generations, and places.

“When one voice heals, it echoes,” Van Doren says. The phrase functions less as a slogan than as a lived truth. In witnessing the healing of another, something shifts internally. The exhibition does not promise resolution or closure. Instead, it offers permission: to feel, to listen, to recognize one’s own story in the presence of another.

The Healing Words Project ultimately reminds us that art does not have to be loud to be powerful. Sometimes, its greatest strength lies in its ability to listen—and in doing so, to create space for collective care in uncertain times.

I have had the honor of bearing witness to the power of The Healing Words Project over the last several years. For so many of us, nothing is more healing and empowering than finding our voice and sharing our truth.

You can find Kate’s work at http://www.katevandoren.com @catvandoren on instagram.

Ann Marie Jackson is a book editor and the award-winning author of The Broken Hummingbird. Jackson is also co-founder of the women’s microlending organization Mano Amiga and a longstanding board member of Casita Linda, which builds homes for families living in extreme poverty in central Mexico.

Editor’s Letter

By Jane Bauer—

“We are here to awaken from our illusion of separateness.”
Thích Nhat Hanh

When you rant or retort obnoxiously on social media, it is like holding a hot coal in your hand and expecting someone else to burn. Your comment affects everyone who reads it — including you. Cortisol rises. Stress follows.

I opened my phone this morning and within minutes my nervous system was lit up. News of a cartel shooting. Messages asking if I was okay. A fire in Xadani. Canadians ranting about Mexicans ripping them off. Mexicans ranting about Canadians being cheap and gentrifying their country.

Stress — the invisible toxin.
Every time we open our phones and consume outrage, our bodies release cortisol. Heart rate increases. Inflammation pathways activate. The nervous system does not distinguish well between physical danger and social conflict; it simply reacts. Living in a constant state of judgment is physiologically corrosive.

Yes, we are living longer than previous generations. Medicine has dramatically extended lifespan over the past century. But we are also surrounded by more environmental toxins than ever — pollutants in our water, plastics in our oceans, chemicals measurable in human blood. Chronic disease now dominates modern life. We have prolonged years, but have we protected vitality?

To be healthy is to be whole — regulated, connected, integrated. Healthcare, at its root, should mean caring for that wholeness.

We often talk about “coexisting,” as if we are separate entities sharing space. In reality, we are deeply interconnected. Like a tree that depends on the quality of the river from which it drinks, the tree and the river are one. Separation is an illusion.

Be more understanding. Be more open. Assume good intentions more often than not. Regulate your nervous system. Put the phone down. Cook something real. Hug a tree and a stranger. Sit across from someone different from you and listen.

Wholeness isn’t optional; it’s essential. And in a time like this, choosing calm may be one of the most radical health decisions we can make.

See you next month,

Jane

Biblioteca Pública: We Build Community

By Ariadna Salazar—

La Biblioteca Pública de San Miguel de Allende offers a wide variety of cultural and educational activities accessible to everyone. It is a cultural hub where you can spend a pleasant time reading, enjoy a conversation with someone new, or simply wander through its spaces and discover all it has to offer.

Since 1958, this nonprofit association has been located at 25 Insurgentes Street. As you explore the building, you will be impressed by its hidden murals and a spacious central courtyard surrounded by arches dating back to the 1700s.
This beautiful building houses four reading rooms with more than 50,000 books in Spanish and English. The collections include fiction, nonfiction, biography, art, history, travel, and much more.

La Biblioteca also includes the Teatro Santa Ana, with seating for 91 people, and the spectacular Sala Quetzal. Month after month, visitors can enjoy a high-quality program featuring theater, film, dance, talks, lectures, and book presentations.

Children and young people are an essential part of this community. They participate in artistic, creative, and reading activities where they are free to express themselves. In the Programming Club, for example, they learn to solve problems using the technological tools available to them.

Adults are also an important part of La Biblioteca’s learning community, participating in music and art classes, as well as activities such as chess and yoga. Many are also dedicated volunteers and active promoters of culture in San Miguel.

Additionally, for students from San Miguel who require financial support, La Biblioteca works to ensure that those enrolled in high school and university are able to complete their studies through its scholarship program.

As a nonprofit organization, La Biblioteca carries out several fundraising activities. The main and best known are the House & Garden Tour and the Bookstore.

The House & Garden Tour offers an exclusive guided walking tour through some of San Miguel’s most beautiful homes and gardens. It takes place every Friday at noon, and tickets can be purchased at the Bookstore.

The Bookstore offers new titles in Spanish and English, as well as used books, helping to generate funds to acquire new books for the reading rooms.

La Biblioteca has been dedicated to building a reading community in San Miguel for more than 70 years. It was founded in 1954 by Canadian Helen Wale, along with other volunteers, with the goal of helping young members of the community learn to read and study languages.

La Biblioteca is your home—and the home of a diverse local and global community that visits daily. Some of the lucky ones become full-time volunteers or donors.

Apply for your membership to borrow books, take classes, and much more. Learn more at http://www.labibliotecapublica.org.

Long Journey Home

a personal essay by Bonnie Lee Black, January 2026—

“What does ‘died’ mean?,” I asked my mother when I was four and my best friend Ruthie, who was five, had just died of leukemia. I’d never known anyone who’d died.

My spirited young mother, who was not in any way spiritual or religious –her whole philosophy of life had been, “When you’re alive, you live; when you die, you’re dead” — made up a glowing story for me:
“Ruthie has gone to a better place,” she said convincingly. “She’s gone to live with God in his home in Heaven, where there is no sickness, no pain, and no tears. God saw that Ruthie – such a good girl! – had been very sick and in pain, so he decided she’d be happier with him. She’ll never be sick again.”

My first thought was, “Lucky Ruthie!” My second was, “How is it that my Mom suddenly believes in God?” Always before, the word God had only been an angry epithet in our house. But since that day – since the day my mother made up that story to console me – I’ve never feared death. Something about it felt profoundly true, even to the four-year-old me: This life on earth is not all there is.

Before she became ill, Ruthie had told me a little bit about God. Being a year ahead of me, she had started Catholic school, so every afternoon after school she painstakingly shared with me what she’d learned that day from the nuns.

“Look up there,” Ruthie instructed me, pointing to the sky, as we sat on her front porch side by side. “See that big cloud? God is behind that cloud, looking down at us. He’s like a loving father watching over us.”

This was news to me, and I found it thrilling. In my Protestant family, which never attended church and where my father was always enraged and often belligerently drunk, the thought of a loving, caring, fatherly God up there somewhere was irresistible. I credit my friend Ruthie for putting me on my spiritual path.

It’s been a long and rocky road, I confess. I’m eighty now; and when I look back on my life, I can clearly see the main turning points on this journey that have led me to where I am today, spiritually speaking.

In my adolescence, when World War III was raging at home in the runup to my parents’ overdue divorce, and I felt desperate for some life guidance, I went to a gospel church in a neighboring New Jersey town with my friend Lindy and her family. Even after Lindy and her family moved away, I continued attending that church, faithfully and hungrily – the Sunday school classes, the morning worship services, the evening youth group meetings, the evening services. I went for the music – Bach in the morning and rousing hymns at night – for the Bible lessons, for the warmth of the people, for the messages of love and peace. I went to escape the strife at home and find a haven with the promise of Heaven.

In this small, white, clapboard church, God seemed real to me. Not cold and remote like the farthest star, but as close and vital as one’s own heartbeat. This God was an all-knowing, all-loving, all-forgiving, ever-present friend, who was worshipped, not with repetitive phrases read from a book, but with simple, spontaneous language spoken from the heart.

So I began a daily habit of waking early to read the Bible and pray before getting ready for school. I spoke to God as if He were a caring parent, asking for guidance, help with my homework, strength for the day, more faith. I applied myself to my schoolwork and became an honor student. I strove to grow wings and rise above the battlefield at home.

The fatal flaw in this rosy self-portrait was my blinkered naivete, which I’ve regretted ever since. When I was nineteen, a much-older, professional man, who was intent on marrying a blond-haired, blue-eyed, naive virgin, and who professed to me the same religious beliefs as mine, charmed me into marrying him. I learned too late that I’d only been a means to an end for him: He wanted something he could not then buy because surrogacy was not yet readily available – a child of his own, a beautiful blond-haired, blue-eyed child “for his mother to raise,” he later told me.

After our divorce and I was given custody of our baby daughter, he took her on a visitation and, along with his aging parents, disappeared.

I saw a lawyer in the office building where I worked, and he counseled me on what to do. At one point he leaned over his desk, cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth, and said, “From now on you’ve got to live like a f*ckin’ nun. He’s probably having you followed.” This man had known my ex-husband, but he didn’t know me. He didn’t know I already lived like a nun.

The FBI agent who was assigned my case told me coldly one day when I visited his office and begged him for news, “You are just a number in our files.”

An elder of my church took me aside one Sunday evening to inform me I could never marry again because our church didn’t recognize divorce. If I did remarry, I’d be “living in sin,” he said. (I immediately thought: I don’t need to bother to get married again to live in sin.) I never returned to that church.

People who knew me and knew my story treated me pityingly, and I hated them for it. Good people who didn’t know me but learned of my story regarded me with suspicion – because, after all, in their world, and according to their beliefs, bad things only happen to bad people.

Every doctor I visited about my severe stomach pain and weight loss tried to prescribe tranquilizers or antidepressants for me, but I refused them all. I chose to remain clear-headed and not drugged into docility. I chose to harness my pain and fury.

And so began my many years of boxing with God. I moved to New York for its promised anonymity, at the same time the Broadway musical, “Your Arm’s Too Short to Box with God,” had opened. Ha! I thought, seething, MY arm’s NOT too short to box with God! My anger toward my God was incendiary. My prayers were vitriolic. HOW COULD YOU?, I shouted between clenched teeth, WHY DID YOU LET THIS HAPPEN TO ME? I WAS A GOOD GIRL! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS ANGUISH? WHERE IS MY BABY?! BRING BACK MY BABY!!!

I often considered suicide because the pain of not knowing where and how my daughter was, day after day, month after month, year after year, was unbearable. But I knew that if and when she was ever found, she would need me. I had to go on living – eating, sleeping, working. I had to get through this. My marching orders to myself were, “You must be strong, you must go on!” And through it all I never stopped railing at God – Why?! Why?! Why?! This phase lasted for many years.

In New York I attended Columbia University on full scholarships; I enlarged my mind. In New York I met people of all colors, shapes, sizes, stories, ethnicities, abilities, and religions and had many Jewish friends; they enlarged my heart.

In New York I wrote a book in which I shared my personal story for the first time, and a prominent New York publisher published it. That book found my daughter for me and helped thousands of others who’d experienced similar heartbreak and loss due to parental child abduction.

In New York I learned a life-altering lesson: The God whom I’d been railing at for so many years had used me for good. This seeming tragedy had turned to triumph.

In my fifties I joined the Peace Corps and served for two years as a health and nutrition volunteer working with mothers and children in Gabon, Central Africa. After my Peace Corps service, I went up to Mali, West Africa, and created an economic development project working with Malian women and young girls.

Mali is a predominantly Muslim country, and I came to deeply admire the good, kind, generous, God-loving Muslim people I got to know in the three years I lived there. As part of my morning devotions I read N. J. Dawood’s English translation of the Koran, and I was profoundly moved by the beauty of it.

Ten years ago I retired to the beautiful old small city of San Miguel de Allende in the central mountains of Mexico, and this is where I plan to stay. San Miguel is called el corazon de Mexico – the heart of Mexico. Mexico in its entirety to me has enormous heart, so Mexico has become my heart’s home.

Mexico is a predominantly Catholic country, and I highly respect the Mexican people’s adherence to their religious traditions. But I could no more become a Mexican Catholic than I could have become a Malian Muslim or a Jewish New Yorker. So I ask myself, What am I now?

It seems as if in all my years of grappling with God and stumbling upward along my spiritual mountainous path I’ve come up with my own religion, which is not a religion at all. “Religion” to me denotes manmade dogma, and mine eschews such dogma. I no longer attend church. I cannot honestly repeat the Apostle’s Creed. I do not believe, as most manmade religions do, that women are meant to be subordinate. I do not believe, as most white men do, that white men are superior. I strongly believe all of us are equally valuable and all of us have important roles to play in this life on earth.

But I’ve never stopped praying – not to a big old white guy in the sky tucked, like the Wizard of Oz, behind a cloud, nor to a young Middle Eastern man being tortured to death on a roughly hewn wooden cross, but to what I like to think of as the Great Spirit, the term indigenous Americans use. A benevolent power available to all, beyond description, beyond definition.
I believe in this God because I must. Where else could I possibly put my trust? Men? Money? Political or religious leaders? No. The God I believe in has brought me through hell on earth and taught me so much: Everyone has heartache. Everyone suffers pain and loss. This life is a test, the Koran says; we must just do our best.

I still pray every day. I pray for the things I lack: patience, tolerance, love, understanding, empathy, compassion, strength, fortitude, grace, wisdom, and more. And every day I get just enough of these to last for that day. I give thanks for my many blessings, especially for bringing me to Mexico, where my ashes will be buried on a mountaintop.

I have no fear of death; in fact, I look forward to the next realm, the last stop on this spiritual journey, where my soul will finally be at home. Maybe — who knows? — I’ll even be reunited with Ruthie.

An honors graduate of Columbia University in New York, Bonnie Lee Black is the author of six books, including the memoir SOMEWHERE CHILD about her daughter’s abduction by her father (Viking Press, 1981). Bonnie’s essays have appeared in numerous literary journals, and for the past ten years she has been writing a weekly blog from her adopted home, San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. For more information, please visit: http://www.bonnieleeblack.com