Here Comes the Rain Again
The rainy season in Guatemala, like life, is late to arrive, fast and hard when it comes, and in charge of nearly every plan I try to make.
For the Record – Catch Me Outside
I need a Babel fish. IYKYK. But seriously, I could have used one tonight in my ear to translate what I heard as I heard it because I am almost 99% positive that my downstairs neighbor was flirting with me this evening.
So Much to Say – Don’t Talk About It
I've been tired all week. Unusually so. I couldn't figure out why — until a phone call from La Llorona, a conversation with my BFF, and a Dave Matthews song I couldn't get out of my head told me everything I needed to know.
My Own Prison
I've been held captive by the generational trauma of my mother. I wish it hadn't taken me so long to figure out just how deep in this prison I had been kept.
Call Me Naive One More Time
Every time a man approaches me, the older women in my life lose their minds. They call it naive. I call it unbothered. There's a difference.
