I’m writing this in the last hour of our 6.5 hour flight home. The flight is usually around 5 hours, but some inclement weather in the Midwest meant we had to take a detour. I’m tired. I’m hungry. And I’m ready to sleep in my own bed, honey. Okay, so day 3 was supposed to... Continue Reading →
DAY 2. FEET DONT FAIL ME NOW.
I don’t have an Apple Watch or fitness tracker, but I’d bet we got some serious mileage in on day two. By midday, my dogs were barrrrrkin. We’ll get to that in a minute. While planning this trip a while back, Ralph casually mentioned wanting to do a helicopter ride, and I pretended not to... Continue Reading →
We took the flyaway shuttle from union station to LAX and Ralph’s nuts went flying. Not those nuts, cochinos! He had a bag of almonds and cashews that didn’t pass the speed bump test and it sounded like someone poured out a bag of marbles. Your girl was chuckling her little head off, and I’d... Continue Reading →
Let’s. Open. Windows.
Hello to all of my blog readers! Another beautiful week is upon us. I had a pretty relaxing weekend, so I’m ready to hit the ground running and I hope you are too. If you haven’t had a chance to check out my podcast, what the heck are you waiting for? It has been such... Continue Reading →
Para. Los. Padres.
I was four years old when my parents split up. I don’t remember crying about it or being terribly sad, but I do remember that life changed a little bit and I would only see my dad every once in a while. Over the course of the next few years, I had a recurring dream... Continue Reading →
Que. Viva. El. Amor.
Happy Tuesday after a long weekend! These Tuesdays are hard because they feel like Mondays, but we’re going to be okay. Friday will be here before we know it. First of all - a special thank you to all of the people who reached out with messages of love and support after I poured myself... Continue Reading →
Onward. And. Upward.
It has been about two years since I started this blog. It wasn’t always public. I spent the first year in the shadows - hiding from other people and not writing very often. Maybe once a month I would force myself to draft something up. A handful of my first entries never made the cut... Continue Reading →
DON’T. FEAR. THE. VENOM.
The first time I was stung by a bee was probably seventeen years ago in a corridor of my high school. How the bee got inside, I’ll never know. I was chatting it up with a friend, laughing and carrying on, when I felt something land in my hair. I very casually reached for it... Continue Reading →
THE. SUN. WILL. RISE. AGAIN.
My Papuchi promoted deep suffering on Good Friday. He was a devout Catholic, and as such, was super into the guilt and sacrifice movement. It was hard to feel guilty and sad on Good Fridays, though, because my cousins would come into town for Easter which would, honestly, make for an incredible time. Simpler times,... Continue Reading →
My. Pesky. Roommate.
Writer’s block showed up this week like an unexpected visitor that seriously overstayed their welcome. It got me thinking about a time when some “cousins” came to stay with my family back in the 90s. ::insert hard eye roll:: They stayed for what felt like forever. It was the experience that taught me that I... Continue Reading →