Fire up those lighters.
“I want to disappear,” my daughter said. “What?” My hand, resting on her shoulder, tightened its grip instinctively to match the squeeze of my heart.
When you think about Costa Rica – whether it’s your home, a fond memory, a place you’d love to visit, or just an idea –
A year that changed my view of spending.
A few things I picked up over the past year.
I think I have written more about my father in recent years than about my mother. This is partly because, with his upbringing in Guatemala,