Florence, Italy. My sister, my friend, and I had been planning this trip for months. Flights, buses, trains, shuttles, airbnbs, tourist sites.
But there in the park, I was thinking about losing life. Because while we were still in Madrid, Grandpa had passed from this world to the next. Continue reading Lose your life for my sake: Remembering Grandpa
Meanwhile, enjoy a few pictures from a recent (and brief) trip to Lyon, France. Although the trip was not a vacation, we managed to spend an afternoon touring parts of the city. Continue reading France and other things
Grandma imagined a pump of cold, running water in heaven. She told me so as we sat side by side on the couch just before I left for Spain.
“What do you imagine?” she asked.
Heavenly mansions were on our minds, not the frailty of human life. Continue reading Grandma
I was sitting on a kitchen stool, devouring a fat, drippy plum.
“Wouldn’t this be a nice way to start a blog?” I thought and wished for inspiration to descend upon me. Something that would touch a spiritual or emotional vein. Continue reading Me and my fat, drippy plum
In less than a week, I plan to leave for the States. Three weeks of family and friends and a very important family wedding. Continue reading In less than a week…
“The words don’t come anymore. It’s like they’re stuck,” I told my roommate. I used to love sitting down to answer emails. Now, despite the fact that I still love to get emails, it’s harder to sit down and respond to them. What used to be a joy now feels more like a discipline. Continue reading Writer’s block and little people
I met her twenty-six years ago. No, I shouldn’t say it like that. It’d be more accurate to say, “She met me twenty-six years ago.” Continue reading Guest blog- “Let’s be sisters forever”
I leave tomorrow. I’m excited and almost ready. But right now, Spain seems far away. Maybe life as it is now will go on forever: me almost leaving, a surgery here, a new job there, a new baby a state or two or three away.
To not be part of this ever-changing cycle at home is unfathomable. And when I do fathom, I burst into tears. My nostalgia remembers the days, weeks, and maybe even months that used to pass dry-eyed. Continue reading What leaving feels like
It came while I was meeting my niece 12½ hours away from home. There it was! My Spanish residence visa. Dad whatsapped me a picture. I broadcasted the news near and far and even took the first steps to get my plane ticket.
The ecstasy lasted approximately one hour. Continue reading Let the tears begin
Here she is! This little sweetheart was born yesterday at two weeks late, but she was worth the wait. Continue reading The newest addition: Carissa Joy