A Portrait of Lila on the Eve of her 11th Birthday

A Portrait of Lila on the Eve of her 11th Birthday

I lost track of you this last year. Call it pregnancy brain if you will. I stopped making breakfast for you in the mornings, because I was too nauseated to toast bread. At night, our bedtime chats cut short because I was too large and uncomfortable to fit in bed with...
Holy Crap, I Did It!

Holy Crap, I Did It!

This time last year, I was in the midst of applying for Argentine residency and couldn’t leave the country. The idea of being stuck and unable to travel was, to say the least, uncomfortable, but since I was also hugely pregnant, the discomfort of an extra 40 pounds...
Dearest Margaret: On Love and Abundance

Dearest Margaret: On Love and Abundance

My friend Margaret received her diagnosis in November. Barely two months, and she has passed away. It happened so quickly I can only imagine what her family feels. I wrote this on her Facebook wall a couple of days before she died. She may or may not have seen it. I...
An Ode to Johnny Vagabond

An Ode to Johnny Vagabond

I heard this week that Wes Nations died. Do you know him? He spent four years traveling and wrote fantastic and honest pieces on his blog Johnny Vagabond. Raw is the word I hear most often applied to his writing. Things like how he almost killed a man who offered him...
It’s easy, apparently, to decide not to die.

It’s easy, apparently, to decide not to die.

And then I got pregnant. That was last September, and between then and now, I’ve had absolutely no desire to travel. We talked all summer long about exploring the mountains around Cordoba, maybe we’d find that all German village somewhere on the road between Buenos...