After several days spent frenetically following the unfolding events in New York and Washington, DC, I feel the need to reset my brain just a bit with something simple, basic and oh-so-beloved in Costa Rica.
Poetry is the damndest thing. Last night at dinner I said to my husband, “What do we do? How are we supposed to go on
If we so choose, all of us have the power to better the planet that our children are preparing to inherit. Donald and Pip are the living proof of this. Check out our first Monday Changemakers, from northern Costa Rica.
Every Friday I’ll publish something on the lighter side to get the weekend started right – slothy, funny or cocktail-y – and list the previous days’ posts in case you missed them and feel like some weekend boosting.
When first I saw you I was 21 and blissful. You were spewing lava: slow drools of red through the black night under a cold
Fantasy me drinks tea. She gazes out of a rain-spattered window as she savors every herbal sip and smiles indulgently at her daughter who is