I See You

I am white (-ish).  I am Latina.  In my blood intermingles the ancient history of the Incas with the fiery passion of the Italians with the colorful culture of the Mexicans with the stalwart pride of the Americans, who are really just a mix of other nationalities anyways. But I am also none of these. Beneath … More I See You


I don’t speak her language. My tongue can’t even begin to form the complicated sounds that make the words that could cross the communication barrier between us. Instead, I observe. Her eyes are dark and wide and dancing with mischief.  Dimples appear on her cheeks as she grins and plays and shakes her head to … More Smile

Restless Soul

Restless soul. For a while, I thought it was just my feet that were restless–that sense of discomfort that hits when I’ve been in a place too long.  It quickens my heart and sometimes even sends me into a craze that involves searching for plane tickets, new jobs, and sometimes even packing. But I realized … More Restless Soul