June 30, 2021, 7:26am: The voice of Natalia LaFourcade pulsed through my mind as the puddle-jumper soared into the desert sky. If you are able, please listen to this song while you read: It honors[…]
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Taking out the Trash: 2020, A year in review
2020 was NOT TRASH. I am so tired of hearing, in spite of the trauma, loss and anxiety-riddled year that 2020 was, the negativity infused in the number 2020 as if we are entitled to[…]
A cactus asks forgiveness: The Grand Canyon, Sedona and Tucson with a friend
“Take a picture of me!” she said and ran close to a Jumping Cholla (which we thought was a Joshua Tree). I didn’t think to shout be super careful; cactus having a way of seeming[…]
Driving to México
This post may be triggering on the topic of anxiety and mortality. México is the most misunderstood country I’ve ever been to. It is stunning. It is a hidden gem. It is full of fighters[…]
The Traverse and the Reunions: Returning to Ketchikan (2)
“Alaska lulled me here on some sort of fantasy.” I thought as I ran up and down the hills of the residential streets. I pushed myself to scale them because I am trying to keep[…]
The Joy and The Bliss: Returning to Ketchikan
Hoy mismo I landed in Ketchikan and sent a text to Claire. I had to connect to the internet to do so, no T-Mobile in Alaska. I realized this in 2016 when I got a[…]
Meeting the Blind in Las Vegas
What do you think of when you think of Vegas? Casinos. And what do you picture when you think of casinos? Lights. Bright lights. Bright lights and nearly naked people (women, let’s be honest). This[…]
What I Miss (Bonus Post): Buen Provecho
I sat at a bar graduation party on a patio, my new roommate’s graduation party, and I didn’t know what to do with my hands. My new roommate has tattoos and a septum ring and[…]
The First Week of Graduate School and My Last Post.
Hello All. It’s a Sunday night and you can catch me writing my blog and procrastinating further studying for a statistics exam tomorrow. Statistics. I want to be a high-school Spanish teacher. I repeat: Spanish.[…]
Moving Across the Country (2): Mess with Texas
Driving across East Texas mile marker after mile marker and being hosted by friendly strangers