I had my hair colored today in a local peluqueria. Like most salons, the place was sleek, with gleaming mirrors, complimentary tea, and lavender infused conditioning treatments. The woman who cut my hair is a madre from my oldest son’s classroom. As she twisted and parted, we discussed the horrors of new math and the … More Abierto

39 in 39

I turned 39 exactly one week ago. The last year of my thirties, or, the first of many 39th birthdays. In the week of my 39th year, I have: 1. Lost my wallet. 2. Drank tinto de verano at 11:30 AM. At a school function. While wearing a wig. 3. Led a game at a … More 39 in 39

Mi pequeno bilingue

He had been in school since August, but he didn’t speak. He kept his head down, mumbled “I don’t understand,” and shuffled his feet. We had awkward, forced play dates at the park. He perched on my lap, and whined in my ear, wanting to escape to the safety of our house, his legos, and … More Mi pequeno bilingue