A healthy dose of relationship dysfunction in my mid-twenties would seem sufficient motivation to improve my boyfriend selection skills going forward. However, it was around the age of 28 I made a decision to be in a relationship which would prove to be the most profoundly ugly one of all. That decision would ultimately involve […]
love & living in spain
Is Being PC F’ing Us All?
My lovely friend Lane was one mom in a two-mom household. Her story of dual-mommying was one, in my opinion, that needed to be told. When Lane not only agreed to chat with me but was excited about the opportunity to share her and her wife’s story; we went about the same process I do […]
An Open Letter to Anyone Who Has Ever Said, If You are Going to Live in this Country Learn to Speak the Language
Background: New Year’s Eve 2009 I step off a Malaysian water taxi at Uncle Chang’s Backpacker Lodge to meet that David. A year and a half later we would be married and me and the two bags Delta airlines would allow me were headed to his pueblo muy pequeño, 30 minutes north of Barcelona. My […]