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Why I Am Not Lonely: Exposing My Kryptonite

The laughter was thick. The dance party was legit. I sat on the rooftop balcony of a new friend’s apartment with a gaggle of other women and took it all in. The new friendships I was starting with smart, funny women who laughed at my jokes as easily as I laughed at their jokes. (Do you know how hard that is to find??) This new city that everyday becomes more and more our home (though I’m still completely lost getting...

When the Past Punches You in the Heart

For any of you that have moved, you know there is the whole rainbow of emotions that comes with relocating and I knew our move to Mexico would include every f*cking color. I anticipated tears and emotional discord as we took down our life in the Dominican Republic and rebuilt it in Mexico. We knew with certainty that we’d be bleeding money these first few months of settling in. I assumed the kids would be shy and unsure of new friendships...

Be the Hummingbird: How Your Best Is All You Need to Be Doing

Today, I talked to friends that were directly affected by Hurricane Irma. They sounded defeated. And after over a week of gut-wrenching worry – of losing their homes, their businesses, and communication with many people they love, who could blame them? They haven’t slept in days and barely eaten, sick with worry about what will become of the islands they have loved and called home. And in talking to them, they reminded me of the story of the hummingbird*....

I Don’t Want a Life of Crumbs and Neither Should You

I learned a long time ago that you could live whatever life you want and be whoever you want to be and there was only one ingredient in living that way: YOU.  The choice to live big is no one else’s and the decision to never settle for less than you deserve is yours alone. I don’t say that lightly; I don’t want you to think that making those kinds of decisions has always been easy for me. But I have...

We All Need a Tribe: How To Find One and Why You Need One

If you look at an island for what it is, it’s a piece of land, surrounded by water that stands alone. There’s no united of states or neighboring unions. It just floats in the middle of the ocean, somewhat disconnected from the rest of the world. Being a writer feels a lot like that. Heck, being an adult feels a lot like that. It couldn’t be further from college days when meeting a new friend was simple arithmetic: 1 beer + 1 mutual laugh...

Coffee Talks: No Need to Worry… Mommy is Just Ugly Crying

What’s the first thing you do when you feel like you’re going to cry in front of your kids? You leave the room, right? What’s the first thing you do when your kid gets hurt? Pick them up and say, “Now, now. It’s ok. I’m here. Don’t cry.” We spend a lot of time trying to avoid tears from our kids and a lot of time hiding our own. And maybe we shouldn’t. I’ve been on an emotional seesaw the last couple...

My Quest for Proper Pajamas

In my quest for adultness, I decided a while ago that I wanted to become a proper pajamas person. No more ratty old t-shirts with mismatched bottoms. No sir. A respectable mom adult wears luxurious PJs. Silky? yes, please. Flowy? Absolutely. Let’s be honest, we spend so much time in pajamas on the weekends that I want to wake up and hang around the house feeling like a 1950’s movie star. So I took my pajama game to Oysho*. I had...

Seize the Yes and the Rest Will Happen

I want to tell you a quick story – not just about saying YES but the importance in continuing to say it. This story goes way back to August 2016 when Riselle of The Traveling Island Girl, who I knew only from Women Who Live on Rocks and social media, was visiting Santo Domingo. She reached out and asked if I’d be interested in meeting up with a fellow island gal. I said yes. I brought a friend, she brought a...

Falling in Love with Las Terrenas

I will never forget when I fell in love with her. It was June of 2011. The sky was a golden pink and magic hour was upon us. The ocean was calm and the sound of waves (if you could have called them that) was drowned out by my ATV. But that didn’t matter to me in the least because in place of the soft sound of waves, freedom combed my hair and the sea breeze was my breath. My...