Guerra de Las Galaxias

I live in two foreign countries—Spain and Boy. The latter has been my reality of eight years—eight years of ravenous appetites, armpit farts, and ¬†flexible attitudes regarding personal hygiene. My brother quoted some comedian, whose name escapes me. The gist is that boys think exclusively of the following: 0-3: Mom 3-6: Candy and Robots 6-12: … More Guerra de Las Galaxias

Mosaic

Thanksgiving, for most of my adult life, has been a holiday just slightly out of my reach. Due to an equation of geographic and spatial inequity (meaning: we lived far away, and our house was too small), we never hosted the holiday. Thanksgiving meant a car ride to my mother-in-law’s or sister-in-law’s house. Cousins would … More Mosaic