Something is really bugging me, and it’s made me extremely uncomfortable. It’s keeping me awake at night, tossing and turning. During the day, regardless of what I may be doing, I am constantly reminded of just how agonizing my situation is. And I’m just itching to tell you about it. … Continue reading
Tag Archives: Living in Mexico
I’ve learned a LOT about resilience lately. More than I care to ever be forced to learn again in this lifetime. But it has been a lesson for me in gratitude, grace and, at times, humility. Jeff had been in Puerto Vallarta preparing our boat, EL Gato, for her seasonal … Continue reading
A storm was a-brewing, we could feel it in the air. A current of anticipation was building as the crowd thickened. The covered stands overflowed with families, mostly women and children, while their men stood protectively nearby, ready to rush the field when the time came. We were guests of … Continue reading
I still carry my hairbrush in my purse. I’ve been bald since Christmas day, yet I just can’t seem to let go of that fucking brush. It’s not even a nice one. It’s one of those little plastic freebies you get in your Clinique goody bag when you spend $385 … Continue reading