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Kickass T-Shirts by Muchacha Power | Made in the Dominican Republic

If you’re not interested in hearing a story about “girl power” today – keep it moving. Strong girls grow up to be strong women. So, this post is all about empowering girls. While a t-shirt might not start a revolution, it can make a statement and spread a story. And this girl power t-shirt tells exactly the kind of story I want to share with you, and more importantly, my kids. Muchacha Power started simply and, as the mom of a strong, smart, and beautiful Latina girl who...

Lessons from a Holocaust Survivor on International Women’s Day

I know so many brave people. Both of my parents are Cuban immigrants and made terrible sacrifices and took serious risks to escape dictatorship and build a better life. Most of my relatives have similar stories. Today, on International Women’s Day, as we celebrate the brave, bold, and beautiful women in our lives and around the world, I can say that I know one more. Yesterday, I had the privilege to hear and meet Mrs. Bronia Kraus, Mrs. B, as she is affectionately called,...

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,...

Beware the Margarita Burn!

We all love a solid margarita, especially when you can enjoy one under the summer sun by a pool or on the beach. The tequila flashback of underage drinking in Mexico and the salty-rimmed reminder of What happened last night? Margaritas are big fun! They could also be the big brother of bad news. In this case, I’m specifically talking about the Margarita Burn. Hold up? Margaritas can burn you? You mean that figuratively, right? No I mean that literally. It’s all fun and...

(A Reveal) and Our next Move Abroad Is – Drumroll Please…

When I announced that we had to make the heartbreaking decision to leave the Dominican Republic, the outpour on Facebook was overwhelming. I had to read the comments in doses because the comments were so raw and loving that I cried after every one – and like an ugly cry, not an Emma Stone Oscar cry. Many of you had lots of questions and wanted to know where we were going. We had nothing to tell. No ideas. Nada. There were lots of...

A Heartbreaking Decision Even I Didn’t See Coming

I’ve been holding on to a secret for a while now. The truth is, every time I let down my guard and allow myself some space to think about it, my body starts to shake and my eyes swell up with tears so think there is no room for them to go anywhere but out. Even now, having only written two sentences, I’m already in sobbing position. But there is no more time to hold on to this. By this weekend, much of...

This is Where the Real Fight Begins

I’ve been staring at my screen all day long; reading sadness and confusion and pain on my scrolling feeds. I’ve been trying to find the words for my own bafflement and instead just fighting back tears. I didn’t think this would hit me so hard but I was wrong and it hurts. It feels like a dull blade, sawing my heart in half. I’m in mourning here and not just for a candidate. I’m in mourning for America’s soul. Yes....

How to Be a Superhero in Today’s Darkening World

Through the steam of hot coffee, I sat around the table drinking a toasty cup of coffee that my mom-friend dotingly made for me while our kids played and giggled nearby. We gibbered on in typical girlfriend chatter, catching up. She was taking on big responsibilities this year, homeschooling both of her kids, and I was smack in the middle of starting a new business and a difficult situation that Husband (and so, by default, me) was having with family. In the midst of our get-together, she...

Alone at Home During the Storm: A Lesson in My Marriage

I’ve been alone at home with Matthew – the hurricane that is – and school has been cancelled in the Dominican Republic for four days. Normally, it would be a welcome break. Normally, Husband would be home. But on Sunday, hours before we received notice of the first school cancelling, Husband boarded a plane for Mexico. Calm down, it sounds much more scandalous than it really is. He’s in Mexico on a work trip, a conference that happens yearly and...