Cómo Puedo Empezar … Mi Reflexion de Mi 6 Meses en Guatemala

¿Cómo puedo empezar a capturar en palabras, en tarjetas, en fotos, o en historias lo qué estos 6 meses en Guatemala han significado para mi? ¿Cómo puedo empezar a describir como ha sido abrir mi corazón sangrante a los extraños? Algunos tocaban el crudo órgano latiente con un toque gentil y djieron ‘gracias’. Esto es…Read more Cómo Puedo Empezar … Mi Reflexion de Mi 6 Meses en Guatemala

The Banana Republic- History Lessons and My Initial Interest in Guatemala

The Banana Republic. I saw these three words displayed on Mr. Johanson’s black board. With standardized testing over he was now free to teach the history he felt was important. The Banana Republic is a set of small countries in Latin America that rely/relied economically on the support of the fruit export industry. This definition…Read more The Banana Republic- History Lessons and My Initial Interest in Guatemala

Before Things Changed- The Truth About Wanting Different Things

We sit at the end of a pier in San Francisco. The old wooden bench that holds us is splintered due to a combination of salty water and time. This mocha is so delicious that I need to close my eyes for a moment to take in el sabor. I close my eyes to take this…Read more Before Things Changed- The Truth About Wanting Different Things

Filter

via Daily Prompt: Filter Filter. The limp piece of paper that lays in the back of a coffee maker saturated in a mix of coffee beans and water. The colorful tint you add to your Instagram photo that you proudly declare was unused but never give proper credit to when applied. The slimy green film…Read more Filter

“I don’t think you can handle the grey”- A Reflection

“I don’t think you can handle the grey” The grey. A new world without Google maps where wild things roam free. At times this world seems impossible to navigate in my normal fashion, by car. The highways continuously curve and roads cross like busy LA intersections. This place has no prescribed rules, regulations or speed…Read more “I don’t think you can handle the grey”- A Reflection

Bustling Busses: My Journey of Being Present

Xela. Xela. Pasa adelante. I quickly shuffle up the stairs to see a family making their way to the final row of seats. A mother. A father. Their baby. The bus is full. 2 to a seat. The bus takes off and I feel the sudden jolt of the bus as I shakily make my…Read more Bustling Busses: My Journey of Being Present

Cut my hair so I could rock back and forth without thinking of you: My London Haircut

I’ve always been a fan of a good haircut. It’s the reason I faithfully returned to the same stylists for nearly 10 years. My favorite part of the process has always, and most likely will always be, the scalp massage. My 7 minutes in heaven. It’s one of the fastest parts of the experience but…Read more Cut my hair so I could rock back and forth without thinking of you: My London Haircut