No matter what, America is where I was raised. No matter how I feel about her, or her role in the world, America is where I was raised. I'm Nicaraguan by birth. My family immigrated to the US when I was around 5 (1976-77), as Nicaragua was recovering from a devastating earthquake and Marxist "revolutionaries" … Continue reading I Was Raised in America
Unfinished …
Have you ever been on the precipice of something that you fully believed in, you knew was going to work, going to be successful but you just can’t jump? That’s been me recently. Fear of failure, or worse fear of success? I live my life surrounded by affirmations, or that is, I did. It’s been … Continue reading Unfinished …
Karla in Spain …
The last time I posted here was December 16th, my mom’s birthday. That post was I’ve Seen This Part of the Movie Before, and then I disappeared. Not intentionally, not as some kind of decision to step away, but because life moved the way it does when you’re dealing with things that don’t resolve cleanly. … Continue reading Karla in Spain …
I’ve Seen This Part of the Movie Before
Being 54 right now comes with a particular kind of memory. I’ve lived through multiple waves of technology that didn’t just change how we work, but quietly erased entire categories of work almost overnight. Not in theory. In real rooms, with real people, doing real jobs. In high school, we had a word processing lab. … Continue reading I’ve Seen This Part of the Movie Before
In the Space Between Who I Was and Who I Am
A reflection on growth, perception, and how it feels when the world keeps talking to the old version of you. I’ve learned that when people meet you during a storm, they hold on to that version of you - the one they thought needed saving - even after you’ve already found your own way out. … Continue reading In the Space Between Who I Was and Who I Am
The Monster, The Mirror, & Me.
Sometimes a story holds up a mirror when you least expect it, and what you see changes you a little. This one did. I just finished watching Guillermo del Toro's Frankenstein, and it landed heavier than I expected. The moment the monster stepped into the light, something shifted. It was a feeling, the kind that … Continue reading The Monster, The Mirror, & Me.
Comfort Food and Home …
It’s funny — last time I wrote about food, I was learning to cook Spanish dishes. Now, a few months later, I’m still cooking Spanish food (and loving it), but lately my kitchen has started to smell a little more like home. As the weather turns cooler, I find myself chasing the kind of flavors … Continue reading Comfort Food and Home …
Coming Up For Air
I can’t believe it’s been three weeks since I last posted. Time really does vanish when you’re sick. I got back from Liverpool and immediately went down hard with… something. Took all the tests, everything came back negative. No idea what it was, but I can tell you I don’t appreciate it. The days kind … Continue reading Coming Up For Air
Ladies and Gentlemen, The Beatles!
One of the earliest memories I have of my parents revolves around music. They loved Neil Sedaka, The Platters, The Beatles, Elvis. I remember them dancing at parties, lighter the second the music started. My dad played guitar and he sang, my mom never really had a singing voice, but she was a great dancer … Continue reading Ladies and Gentlemen, The Beatles!
Things People Get Wrong About Moving to Spain:
Reinventing the Wheel When people move to Spain, a lot of us, me included, show up with big ideas. We think we’re going to start something brand new, something the country has never seen before. A business, a service, a project. Something that will prove we belong here. I came with one of those plans … Continue reading Things People Get Wrong About Moving to Spain:
Karla in Spain 