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Small Victories »

This has been such a good week, it probably deserves to be acknowledged…
Last week, trying to get some acid-free varnish to finish my tryptic pieces, I bought a Krylon product that claimed to be “not yellowing”, but it didn’t say it was actually archival quality. Unable to answer the cuchi-cuchi question, the sales person suggested […]

One Year Ago: Moving to SLC (Part 2) »

Today, one year ago, it was supposed to be our first morning waking up in Salt Lake City. We didn’t anticipate the pussiness and imminent meltdown of one of our key drivers: Me.
Part 1 of this short chronicle ended with Joey and I starting a three-day road trip beginning in Dallas, Texas. Surprisingly, that day […]

One Year Ago: Moving to SLC (Part 1) »

Exactly one year ago, the most feared and anticipated day of 2005 finally came… We had been preparing for it for months: Selling our beloved home in Dallas (not a painless process thanks to our buyers’ amateur realtor), finding a new home in Salt Lake City (thanks to our great real estate agent in Utah), […]

A Mother’s Figure »

OH DEAR GOD!
Please excuse me if you think my honest and barbaric feelings make me a shallow evil horrible woman, but I still don’t know my (future) children, and the perspective of suffering this transformation really upsets me, worries me, and almost makes me think it twice. I hope this is not received as an […]

Where’s the Passion? »

According to statistics from the U.S. Department of Labor, the average person (I assume: American) will make more than three career changes during the span of his/her working life.
So. Here you are, wondering where the passion went, why your job doesn’t satisfy you the way it used to, why you can’t get yourself to apply […]

Working with la Tierra »

Last weekend, Joey and I spent both days planting a few rose bushes in our backyard. The job took a lot of time and effort, and today I’ve got sore muscles, very dirty clothes, and a sunburn in really painful places… BUT, I am sooo happy we did it…
It had been a while since I […]

Mucha Risa »

La sonrisa que ahora adorna el encabezado de esta pagina es de un viejo amigo del cual no se nada en casi 10 años. Nos conocimos en la sesion de entrenamiento para recien contratados de Avianca (la aerolinea Colombiana). Yo empezaba como analista financiera; el era piloto de helicopteros. Fuimos amigos por mucho tiempo, y […]

Maternal Wishes Still Not Kicking In »

Not yet. I do know some day I will want to have had children. So does Joey. But I’ve just never been the kind of woman that dreams of being a mom. I like babies and children… Sure… (when they are well behaved). But I’ve never seriously pictured myself with one living in my house. […]

Carta a Mis Amigos »

Ayer estuve un poco baja de animo. Resulta que hace desde un mes empece este blog sin saber muy bien por que. Solo sabia que queria escribir, en parte para mi, y en parte como el principio de una estrategia para convertirme en una mas de las web celebrities que leo todos los dias, para […]

Protecting My Precious »

One summer day in the early 90s, while my sister and I were vacationing at my parents’ place in Caracas, I was returning home from a morning at the pool. I was preparing to take a shower, and as soon as I had pulled my shirt off, a horrible emergency siren went off. Apparently there […]

Sticking my patita in the blogosphere »

After much time spent as a lurker reading and enjoying other people’s blogs, this is the year in which I’ve finally decided to stick my patita in the pool and begin writing publicly. This is that embarrassing first (well, ok: 11th) post documenting the genesis of this web site, and my first attempt to join […]

Geography Project »

This week I received a well-traveled green booklet, titled “Geography Project”. The book belongs to “David”, a 6th grade student in Florissant, MO, who sent it out around October, last year. David asks the recipients of the book to write a little bit about themselves and the place where they live, and then to send […]


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