I was immediately drawn to a baby girl wearing red. She was in her crib, and she gave me a big smile when I picked her up. Her name was “miracles” in Spanish. She looked me directly in the eyes, … Continue reading I may want to adopt a child some day.
Lobster and clam filled up our bellies that afternoon at La Casa del Pescador in Puerto Nuevo, Baja California. We drove to a little private beach where the grey clouds covered the sky. It was easy to feel cozy by … Continue reading The ocean’s in my mouth (Baja edition).
The plane did not fall, and this time I was not surprised. For years, I had struggled with a growing fear of flying, which was obviously ironic because traveling feels like part of my life’s purpose. But I was not … Continue reading Hello there, Tijuana! You taste good.