The month before Lorenzo died, we—he and I—traveled home to California. We did laps in my mom’s pool. We had a picnic in my friend Emily’s backyard as her older daughter played on the swing set and her younger, just … Continue reading
We went home to California recently, after nearly a year since our last visit. Having lived abroad for so long, I assumed just being stateside meant we’d have more opportunities to see our ocean, our families, our friends. We’re 3,000 miles … Continue reading
We hear a lot about “attachment parenting.” There are varying schools of thought, but I embraced much of it my first year with H. because several of its tenants—babywearing, breastfeeding, responding to baby’s cues—fell in line with my instincts. It … Continue reading
It’s Memorial Day. I’m back in rainy Santiago after a quick trip to California for a lovely family wedding in San Francisco. In the very same venue, in fact, where Ryan and I were married two-and-a-half years ago, after getting … Continue reading
Hey, you! The mystique of this sign (even on a cafe menu) never ceases to amaze me. So, as you may or may not have noticed, I’ve taken a wee blog hiatus. In the meantime, I returned home to California. … Continue reading