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When did we lose our innocence?

When did we lose our innocence?

Last Friday night, I lingered a bit longer over bedtime tuckings. We read together, gave kisses, and when Lila asked me to stay longer so we could chat, I didn’t hesitate. It’s been barely a week since the shooting in Sandy Hook Elementary, yet it feels like so much longer.

Tread Softly On My Dreams: The Education Crisis Revolution

Tread Softly On My Dreams: The Education Crisis Revolution

I’m currently reading a book by Maya Frost titled The New Global Student: Skip the SAT, Save Thousands on Tuition and Get a Truly International Education. In it, she describes the nature of the adolescent mind, how in our teen years our brains open to growth potential that is left largely ignored by the current education system in the United States.

Homecoming Is As A Bittersweet Chocolate Truffle

Homecoming Is As A Bittersweet Chocolate Truffle

We spent six months living in Panama, most of that time on a tiny island off the Caribbean coast where only a footpath leads from one side to the other, and everyone knows each other by first name. There are no big name stores, no buying in bulk and never a crowd. Then we went back to the United States.

The New Brighton: A Quiet Cafe On Sarmiento

The New Brighton: A Quiet Cafe On Sarmiento

I would have ignored Sarmiento 645, The New Brighton Restaurant, if I had just been out for a walk. Something about its large ornate doors and old fashioned wooden interior conjured images of an overpriced and painfully tourist trap, meaning soggy milanesa rounding...

A Portrait of Lila On the Eve Of Her Fifth Birthday

A Portrait of Lila On the Eve Of Her Fifth Birthday

This is my Lila just before she turned five years old. It’s a time capsule, something I’ll return to read year after year. Each time, I’ll tell myself, “Wow, I can’t believe how much has changed.” Or “see how pieces of her personality persist no matter what.”

It’s easy to forget what happened and change the images we once had. In part, I write to remember.

You Don’t Have To Leave The House To See the World

I sit here today on the cusp of signing a one-year-lease on a little house in Salta. Can you imagine? One whole year living in one place? It seems almost unimaginable after more than two years of constant travel. But wait! Does this mean I can no longer call myself a...