Spanish Living

For years, I’ve been jokingly (but seriously) saying, “I just wanna move to the hills of Spain, drink wine, and write all day.” This was usually prefaced by some sort of unfortunate or stressful event. Nonetheless, the romantic idea of Spanish living endured. Fast forward […]

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Happenstance doesn’t Happen

A traveling nurse by the name of Theresa, sporting a colorful scarf over a plaid top, sat down next to me at gate 150 of Tom Bradley’s International wing at LAX. Throughout our thirty-minute conversation, she called me, “honey child,” and “mama” singing my praises […]

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