First Solo Trip with Kids: Washinton D.C.

So I wasn’t the only one starting late. My children were born in the age of my confinement, and thus never had the pleasure of travel either. They were getting older, 8 and 11, and my daughter, in particular, was getting itched by the travel bug. “When will we go to California,” she’d ask. “When will we see the big city?” My son was a … Continue reading First Solo Trip with Kids: Washinton D.C.

That Other Thing That Disappoints My Mother

Where are your earrings? No necklace? Here we go again… I’m on my way to some family function and my mom points out my lack of detailing. For her, a dress means nothing without jewelry to give it life. Standing before her, I am nothing but an empty shell of a woman who tried to dress up. She’s probably right, I know this. But I … Continue reading That Other Thing That Disappoints My Mother