Fifteen Años

I still remember it like it was yesterday. We were going out for my best friend’s birthday. He bought my red solo cup for a few bucks. And made sure it was always full. A ploy that had more to do with him than me. But which was enough to sway my beer soaked hormones….

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

My husband is looking to make some big changes in his life. A place I’m familiar with. As a former project manager, but lifelong organizational savant, I live and die by process and efficiency. I believe in it. And it works. But when it comes to my own personal growth, those ways of being are…

All By Myself

As a 34-year-old woman, doing it alone shouldn’t faze me. But when my husband unexpectedly had to take a trip back to the States for work. His first since we moved here a year-and-a-half ago, I suddenly felt apprehension. What if something happens. His Spanish is way better than mine. And I’ve come to rely…