Cafe con Meltdown

I knew that the meltdown would happen at some point. One can only survive on adrenaline and café con leche for so long. My four year old had his first day of real preschool today. He will be attending a charming full Spanish immersion preschool here at the base. His teachers possess the particular loveliness … More Cafe con Meltdown


In our old life, my husband worked forty minutes away, at an office I never visited, with people I never met. I handled children and schools and medical care and a thousand little domestic details. I went out with friends a lot, and helped edit an online writing community. We had our own orbits. Presently, … More Fortified

Claimed for Spain

One of my favorite people in the world celebrates Columbus Day brilliantly. In the spirit of Christopher Columbus, she takes small Spanish flags, and claims various things in the name of Spain. In the past, she has claimed playground equipment, public transportation, and various individuals, all for its glory. Originally, I thought that we would … More Claimed for Spain


Well. Here we are. Waiting. First we waited for orders. Now we’re waiting for federal passports. Waiting. We put our house on the market, which means I scold the children for leaving crumbs or Legos or fingerprints. Our home, no longer ours, now a fantasy for strangers. Whitewashed. Photoshopped. Creepy in its perfection. In Starbucks, … More Waiting


My oldest son had a bad day yesterday. He earned the wrong color on the behavior color chart, and I had to speak to his teacher. The details aren’t important—I think he is learning her expectations, and she is attempting to set up a classroom for the year. As a former teacher myself, I get … More Labyrinth