While Joaquin takes a nap in our living room, I decide to take my Frequency book and read by him. As I go through chapter 3, an incredible revelation comes over me. I start seeing it so clearly. It makes so much sense, and my heart agrees by beating rapidly, and my eyes, ears and […]
The last time I wrote (feels like a year ago), I happily reported that I had finished my kids’ size chart and was starting to create standardized patterns for my “line” of shirts… OH MY GOD!… How I underestimated the effort and scope creep ahead of me… What hit me since then was a wave […]
Two embarrassing stories from a time when I was learning about and trying to blend in the American culture.
Reviewing my first year blogging
Life constantly teaches me that if I manage to hold one more second, one more day, one more small unit of time, something wonderful will happen. I'm always so close to it, even though I can't see it.
Revealing my beliefs and stereotypes about male and female, and a few snippets of my identity.
In memory of my grandmothers and the legacy they passed to me: A passion and skill to create things with my hands.
Justo antes de ir a Business School… En el que vi la cuna de mi nieto y mi futura familia, sana y salva, esperandome despues de esta aventura y muchas mas.
The story of how I ended up coming to live in the U.S.
The Road Trip... What kept me going through hell... The glorious arrival to our new home.
Packing our home and leaving Dallas
What led me to leave a career in Finance, and how I managed to identify a new field to be excited about for the next years
A scary story from my childhood. It all started with a mother's curse.
Last weekend we spent both days planting a few rose bushes in our backyard. The work reminded me of one of my sweetest memories from college: Fundagro 1991
Preocupada por mi decision de cambiar de carrera… En el que valide mi intuicion de partir el jarron.