Here’s the thing about Costa Rica. Most people think they understand it after a beach chair, a zip line, and…
Scroll long enough and you will see it. Ordinary women, not celebrities, not models, not selling anything except attention, presenting…
I try, as much as possible, to keep politics off this blog. Not because I don’t care, but because this…
Nobody sat us down and said, “One day, the most seductive thing in your house will be a crooked kitchen…
The Costa Rican jungle wakes up long before humans do, and it does so without asking permission. The air hangs…
Social media arrived dressed as a gift. It promised connection, community, a louder voice for the quiet and a seat…
January used to mean layers. Serious layers. The kind where you dress like an overstuffed sausage just to take the…
I’ve spent enough years listening to arguments to earn a loyalty card. Not just my own, though I’ve had a…
There is an art to looking. Not the creepy kind you get from a stranger loitering by the avocados at…
We tend to picture change as something loud. Protests. Policies. Viral moments with hashtags and matching fonts. Big gestures with…