In our quest to get in the mood for Colombia, we watched Romancing the Stone with the kids last night. It’s set in Cartagena, and is rated PG, which seems to be unusual for movies set in Colombia. Most of our other options seem profoundly inappropriate for nine-year-old, featuring drug cartels and excessively violent death.... Continue Reading →
In which Colombia (unexpectedly) tops the charts
It’s interesting how uncomfortable people are when we say that we’re not sure where we’re going yet. One friend literally asks, “Have you decided yet?” every time I see her. It’s as though, once we choose a destination, everything else will happen automatically. But choosing a country is just the beginning of our gigantic list... Continue Reading →
Scars: Facing my fears of what-if
I had a bit of a breakdown during my junior year of college, if “breakdown” is the right work for an episode that ended with me not sleeping for six straight days and getting to know the staff of Psych Services quite well. It was triggered by a number of things. A boy, the first... Continue Reading →
In which I change my mind
Last night, at 3:30am, I woke up with my first full-blown panic about our plan. Of course it won’t work. We will be miserable and lonely. None of us will speak Spanish well enough to make friends. We will be stuck with the weirdo ex-pats that washed ashore in Central America. Retta will turn 12... Continue Reading →
The World's Okayest Mom 