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FILED FOR DIVORCE. TERRY MCMILLAN, 53, author who based her best-selling book How Stella Got Her Groove Back on her romance with JONATHAN PLUMMER, 30; after discovering he was gay; in California's Contra Costa County. "It was devastating to discover that a relationship I had publicized to the world as life-affirming and built on mutual love was actually based on deceit," she said in court papers. The revelation led her to suspect that the Jamaican she met at a resort a decade ago married her only to get his U.S. citizenship. Plummer maintains he didn't know...
Night falls early near the equator, and by 6:30 p.m. it’s dusky here in suburban Santa Ana, Costa Rica. By 10:00 p.m. it is pitch black on the main thoroughfare through the village, a road with no name and no street lamps, like every other street here. Tonight it is raining-raining black oil, slicking roads, roofs, every breathable molecule of air-and I am standing outside in the pitch darkness on the no-name main street, waiting to catch a bus to Piedades, another suburb of San Jose: I’m going night...
Tucked away behind walls, doors, shades, locks, closed mouths, and closed minds, the disabled and the mentally handicapped have no such foothold on the attention and the anxious imagination of San Jose and Costa Rica. They are too expediently forgotten; too easily neglected and ignored...
...Costa Rica, this is your compassion, your solution to the inconvenience of human frailty: hide them, stuff them under beds, lock them in closets, stow them away in the attic, like household mess that has been hastily shoved out of sight right before the company arrives. Let them wander the streets in the darkness, in the rain, alone...
...here ever talks about physically or mentally handicapped Costa Ricans. They are pariahs, like the poor Nicaraguan refugees who fill up the slums and ghettos outside the city limits. Only the “Nicas” have this one advantage: they are feared, and their poverty, their presence, is a constant, weighty shadow that creeps along the edges of cosmopolitan San Jose. They will not be forgotten as long as even taxi drivers, that typically fearless breed of city dweller, refuse to set foot in their ramshackle villages in broad daylight. Their festering humanity, heartrending...