As focused as I’ve been on anniversaries, placeholders of passing time, I almost didn’t notice that today marks two years of living in Chile. It wasn’t until one of the very first friends I made here in my first Spanish class … Continue reading
It’s been a year since I held Lorenzo. The most important hour of my life. Technically, it’s been a year and two days. In my heart, a lifetime. My heart didn’t break that day—it pulverized. It was difficult to breathe … Continue reading
The morning after Mother’s Day is harder than Mother’s Day itself was. That’s a surprise. Maybe that’s because Mother’s Day itself was a Sunday. That means Ryan was home and we took Ruby out for some tennis balls in the … Continue reading
Mike, a good friend of mine from grad school, writes a fantastic weekly column, The Casual Casuist, and recently posted about fear. His story is about claustrophobia and elevators and facing fear between the top two floors of a 15-story … Continue reading
Back in September when Ryan and I traveled to Perú, my yoga instructor told me something the day after our room was robbed of just about anything of value. “Watch out now,” he said. But he didn’t mean for thieves or crime … Continue reading