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...
Sliding Down Volcanoes, and Crying My Way Up
In sixth grade, I decided that I wanted to play tennis. I have never been athletically inclined, and my preteen years were no exception....
Butterfly Skies and the Moments In Between
Photo credit: Marielle PG This past month has been filled with all sorts of moments. To those of you who read my blog regularly and know...
Mahogany on the Sidewalk
My second car was a blue Chevy Cobalt. Her name was Madame. I was a nervous mess during the days that I spent looking for a new vehicle...
Re-Living Mexico as an Adult
I spent this past week at our Midterm reunion in Huatulco, Oaxaca. It was an absolutely gorgeous week of conferences on the beach. Over...
Apple Phones and Oranges
It's Advent, often translated as "frantic pre-Christmas season." I've been on the lookout for Christmas presents for months now, being...
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...
Belonging, Taxco, and Celebrating the Dead
This past week, Mexico was overflowing with purples, oranges, and blues; candles, sweet breads, and calaveritas. November 2nd is Dia de...
Conversations With My Neighbors
I have had a lot of neighbors (having moved 23 times, and all). From my grandparents, to an aspiring rapper who sang along to his IPod,...
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...
