A Scared Flight, A Trip Remembered
It’s funny how quickly we forget. We were flying home to Miami after a forty day stay in Europe. Our flight left from Madrid and two hours into the nine hours of Atlantic crossing the Read More …
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Fearless And The Frescos
I know this will come as a shocker to you … but as a teenager I was a brat. I used to live in Morocco, would travel with my parents to Europe often, and felt Read More …
Tri Chat: IronMan Training Week 4
I’m late writing this post because we headed out on vacation and I am writing this from the apartment in Madrid we are calling home for a week or so. Much of my one allotted Read More …
What’s Beautiful Pirate Song Music Video
I am so very proud of this movie made by my wonderful family. I’ve been thinking about the Under Armour What’s Beautiful Campaign that I am participating in. My goal for that campaign is to Read More …
New Beginnings: From Preschool Teacher To Blogger
Today was the last day of school, and after about five years of being a preschool teacher I closed that chapter. I was not originally trained as a teacher, I became one when I had Read More …
Entropy and Me
Entropy leads my car to look like this at times I take myself too seriously. I don’t mean to, it’s just my default setting. I have two weeks left in my current job as a Read More …
Freedom Is Just Another Word For Nothing Left To Lose
I don’t have a sixth sense that intuitively detects danger; mine verges on paranoia that senses imminent catastrophe at any time. My anxiety used to be worst, and I now have many tools to use Read More …
Lost in Legos
When I asked Fearless what he wanted for Christmas he replied without hesitation: “the Lego Batman Cave”. “Hmmm. That is one expensive gift,” I said and he answered “don’t worry Mami, Santa is the one that has Read More …
Defrosting
I was sitting in my school’s cafeteria, eating lunch with 42 four-year olds when my phone starting beeping. It was my husband Joe and he was texting me about the shootings in Newtown, Connecticut. I told a Read More …
The Picture And The Plane
I’m stuck in the middle. To my right is Fearless, passed out with his neck bent in a terribly awkward position. To my left is a stranger with whom I am silently negotiating the arm rest, and Read More …
