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Emotional Shmotional

I think I need to clear something up. For most of my life, I have known very clearly, crystal clearly, who I am. In middle school, I was not the kid that searched to etch out my identity or desperately tried to fit in. I was blessed, and I say blessed with a bold appreciation, to be the kid that didn’t fall victim to much peer pressure because I knew who I was and I knew who I wasn’t. And...

The Life of a Writer

Being a writer is not easy. The writing part, saying what I want to say, that comes naturally. I’ve been blessed, my whole life with the gift of writing made easy – a gift that made my friends crazy whenever it was time to turn in a paper.  The inspiration part, the what to write about part… not always so easy. Some days I have so much to say (which I know is not that surprising to some of you.)...

My Total Truths: #2 Cut Your Losses

# 2 Cut Your Losses “In the clearing stands a boxer, And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of ev’ry glove that laid him down Or cut him til he cried out In his anger and his shame ‘I am leaving, I am leaving’ But the fighter still remains.”                                           – Simon & Garfunkel    ...

My Total Truths: #1 Create a New Life

# 1 – If you don’t like the life you’re living, create a new one. I watched “Bridesmaids” the other night for the first time – I know I am super late – and while I loved the main character, Annie – because c’mon, it’s Kristin Wiig – I couldn’t help but feel sorry and annoyed at how little control her character had over her own life. She was a “victim” and didn’t want to accept that she was the problem,...

Et Voilà… I’m a French Parent

Although quite Cuban in heart, body, and soul, for the last handful of years I have felt an affinity for the French culture (and apparently last name – Legrá is a French last name I’ve been told) I fell in love with Paris when I visited after college and have since to make my way back. The city’s mixture of city and suburb, old and new fills its streets with the exact romantic charm that you see in any movie...

Leap…and the Net Will Appear

After blogging for a couple of months I felt a change coming. When I first started writing, I had just come out of the hospital from having our baby. Literally, I got home on Sunday and started designing, building, and writing – completely shocking Husband at the amount of energy I had that first week with a newborn baby. I knew there were things that I was going to want to change, I knew there were things that I was going...

The Dawning of {Family} Time

Since making the decision to teach and live abroad, I have felt myself actively appreciate what our life has to offer in a way that I never did when I was living in the States. We have so much family time, spending whole afternoons sitting around at the park with friends, weekends full of micro adventures and get togethers and laughter.  Weekly massages. And definitely Shelly, our nanny, with whom most of this is made possible. Our life here is a party where our venue is...

In This Place

Rafaella Rubio Kaufman Legra was born on October 7 at 9:28pm. By 9:29pm, daddy was crying in the hospital room like a newborn baby girl. I was not. When we brought Rafaella home and placed her in her bassinet to watch her sleep, within moments, Husband’s eyes were welling up with tears at the momentous scene that is watching your baby sleep under your roof for the first time. Mine did not. As Olive and Jersey began to take notice of...

Helping Hands

When the news of us being pregnant and moving abroad had gotten out, my mother said, “You’re going to need help.” I curtly shot back, “Mom, please. Plenty of women before me have had babies and raised them and didn’t have ‘help’ – I’ll be fine.” When Rafa was born, my mom and grandmother were already here, helping us. When they left, they were leaving us with our nanny, Shelley. Thanks to her, I don’t remember the last time I really cleaned....

A Love Letter to NJ

My Dearest NJ, My Honeybee, Let me start this letter by saying that it was only when I left you that I realized how much I truly loved you. Sometimes, we people, don’t know what we have until it is gone. You have been a good friend throughout the years, a constant in my life, a place I go to to feel myself, the one place I could truly call home. You have been the source of many good times...