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My Dad’s Story of Leaving Cuba: The Swim {The Man of Little Words Series}

Many kids from Havana came to Caimanera with the same hope of leaving Cuba. Many died. My mom reminds us, “You had to know the ocean. That there was a pattern to the channel. And if you didn’t know that, if you were caught in the current when the water was too strong, you would be washed out to the sea with no chance of making it back. You had to be from Caimanera like your father.” Read Part One...

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My Dad’s Story of Leaving Cuba: The Wait {The Man of Little Words Series}

Half of my dad’s friend’s house sat right over the water. The boys would have easy access to the Bay without being noticed by anyone by lifting the floor boards of the house. The plan was to stay in the house until the evening, hidden under the floor boards, until the sky was dark and the tide was high. And then they’d jump in the water and make a run swim for it. Read Part One. Their plan became a bit more...

My Dad’s Story of Leaving Cuba: The Beginning {The Man of Little Words Series}

Sometimes we think that because someone hasn’t got much to say that they must not have a story to tell.  The truth is, sometimes those who stay quiet have the loudest stories. Stories that need to be told. After a few Coronas my dad might get chatty. But he is – and always has been – a man of very little words. Most, if not all, of my previous boyfriends were terrified of him. “I don’t think your dad likes...

SnapShots // La Catrina Festival in Guanajuato & Falling in Love

  Fresh off the heels of Halloween, we made our way to La Catrina Festival in Guanajuato this last weekend. Four days. Everything Catrina. Who is Catrina, you might ask? Well, along with tequila and Mariachi, La Catrina is Mexican cultures’ most recognizable icon; she’s a big deal here and going to the festival felt a bit like being injected straight into the vein of Mexico.   And no one internalized it more than Daughter. The first event on Saturday didn’t...

Our Favorite Halloween Tradition

Come on guys.. you didn’t think I’d forget about the Halloween Bucket, did you? The most treasured tradition of all our Halloween traditions? Heck, maybe the most treasured of all our traditions, period, exclamation point! Let me remind you, we recently moved. To a different country. Across an ocean. We let go of and wept over many things we couldn’t bring with us when we left the Dominican Republic. But do you know what was packed in suitcase #1… the...

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...

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...

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...