Your brother’s my cousin’s ex-girlfriend’s son? A Costa Rican screenplay

You know what is truly pura vida, to me, after 13 years? More than a beach or a rainforest porch, more even than a cafecito or a birra bien fría, pura vida might consists of sitting in the back of a taxi while, in the front seat, two Costa Ricans figure out how they know each other. It’s alwaysContinue reading “Your brother’s my cousin’s ex-girlfriend’s son? A Costa Rican screenplay”

Why learning another language keeps us young

Published in The Tico Times on June 5, 2017. When you’re tuckered out from a long day using Costa Rican slang at every conceivable opportunity, how do you announce you’re ready for bed? With a little local color, of course. So when my husband needed our four-year-old daughter to hit the hay the other night,Continue reading “Why learning another language keeps us young”

Waiting for gray (bochorno)

Dear E., The longer I live in places where you can wear flip-flops 12 months a year, the more obsessed I become with seasons. It’s not as simple as missing them. If I could choose right now, I’m not sure I’d wish the seasons of my childhood back into my current life. But I’m fascinatedContinue reading “Waiting for gray (bochorno)”

On motherhood and hunger (como el león del Bolivar)

I’ve come to Costa Rica three times in my life. The first time, I was seven, and I remember absolutely nothing about the whole trip except seeing an enormous crocodile in the canals of Tortuguero. The third time, I was twenty-five, beginning the six-month visit that has continued for ten years. But in between wasContinue reading “On motherhood and hunger (como el león del Bolivar)”