Six Hundred Goodbyes
It has taken me a while to get around to writing this post. Saying goodbye is hard, and the move after those goodbyes can be hard, too. I...
Hablo Español
When I entered third grade in Mexico, my first year of living here, I started school without knowing any Spanish (basically) at all. My...
Lights, Camera, Classroom
Last week, while I was in Mexico City, we were exploring a gorgeous neighborhood near the Angel of Independence monument. On our drive...
Things Forgotten
In elementary school, I was the kind of kid that would open a new textbook and flip all the way to the end. I wanted to start off the...
The Table in the Room
In the times that I have travelled and moved, I have come to appreciate how many little things change from one place to the next. Of...
All the Ways Home
I have always loved Thanksgiving. When I was a kid living in Mexico, I'd write a Thanksgiving day play to be performed in front of the...
Magic Towns, Enchanted Moments
"Beauty stirs us from our habitual forgetfulness of the wonder of being" — My notes from David Bentley Hart's speech, "Beauty, the First...
A Student of First Things
"It is a good thing that there are people whose moral beauty attracts us." — Linda Trinkaus Zagzebski Exemplarist Moral Theory Last week,...
Six Hundred Hellos
Before I was born, my mom tells me, my grandparents worried about my parents' name choice. Grandpa was sure that everyone would call me...
