Melissa Tandiwe Myambo is an author, academic

and aerobics instructor.

Essay of the Month







Homo sum: humani nil
a me alienum puto


Despite the fact that we are employed and live in a so-called First World country, we don’t have dental insurance, just like so many other people who live in this United States of Anxiety.  The health care system, like so many systems here, is tilted in favor of the overly wealthy.  So if you’re like me and have already spent $2000 on your teeth in the last six months and your fancy Westwood dentist wants you to pay another $7000, you might, like me, decide to take a trip to Mexico.


And why not? It’s only a two-hour drive along the coast.  We’re on a road trip and we’re free to sing and shout and eat salty, cholesterol-full snacks.  We can open the windows to feel the air ripping by as we streak through panoramic vistas as far as the eye can see. We’re going to be medical tourists for the day and take advantage of the mighty dollar’s heavyweight dominance of the puny Mexican peso.