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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...

A State of Holy F*cking Mom Struggle: (aka) The First Day of School

I’d argue that the first day of school for moms is worse than for kids. Yesterday was Daughter’s first day of school. She’s a new kid. New school. New country. And I was in a State of Holy F*cking Mom Struggle. My emotional stress level was medication-worthy. I was anxious last year but it was an “our baby is starting school” different. This time, she’s the new kid and she knew it. She felt it. So I felt it. In...

When You Move A Family to Mexico: An Adult Version of a Kid’s Classic

Our move to Mexico, while ours, is like anyone’s story. If you’ve moved before, tell me this story doesn’t sound familiar? When you move a family to Mexico… they will have to open a bank account. When they open a bank account, they’ll begin to look for a home. So they’ll search for a couple of days until they find the perfect one. When they find a house… they’ll probably want to get some furniture. So they’ll go to a...

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...

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...

Dear Lord, Not the Space Wagon!

Last weekend as we drove, almost literally, through the ocean on our way to the secluded Bahia de las Águilas, it reminded me of why The Space Wagon is the best family car… ever. Of all the Evers. With us since our first month in DR, the Space Wagon has been what anyone would want out of a good friend: dependable and comfortable with the right amount of quirks and whistles. Used already when we found her, she had that feeling of a pair of familiar,...

Dominican Independence Month Has Me Emotional AF

Today concludes Dominican Independence Month at CMS. The Early Elementary kids parade through the school in a parade while the older elementary kids participate on Comparsas, a show beyond all shows you’ve ever seen an elementary school put on. Throughout the school, there are celebrations and music and smiles. And I’m here, sobbing in a corner. Ok, maybe that’s exaggerating. I’m not sobbing in a corner but rather all around in random locations. And don’t think Husband is any better. The...

30 Mexican Instagram Shots That Have Me Stoked about Mexico

We are in the midst of Dominican Heritage month here in DR, but for obvious reasons, I have Mexico on the mind. I’ve exchanged emails with another Jen in Guadalajara, asking questions and trying to build – as best I could – an understanding of what we’re getting ourselves into. I’ve searched around for blogs based in Mexico to get a feel for what life will be like there. And Instagram has me bubbling with anticipation. I searched hashtags like #culturamexicana...

Coffee Talks: The Only Thing That Matters When Moving with Kids

During these last few months of searching for our next move abroad, we talked about it endlessly with everyone. Everyone except for our kids. I wasn’t scared to tell them; I just didn’t have anything to tell them and “I don’t know where we’re going” didn’t seem like a solid answer for their inevitable followup question. Last week, after Husband accepted the job offer in Guadalajara, it was time to talk and here’s what I learned from that talk: when...