A love letter

Writing 101, Day Fourteen Dear Drink, What took you so long? Or was it me that was late to the party? It’s only in recent years that I have learned to appreciate all your redeeming qualities. Your chameleon ways quench my thirst throughout my day. In the morning, I can’t start the day without a…

Who’s on First?

Engineers have a reputation for being overly precise when it comes to everyday matters. Ask them a question and they will answer it correctly while you remain clueless. German engineers take this to a whole other level. Case in point— this conversation between my boss (German Engineer) and his boss (Deadeye Perry) a few years…

Those were the days

Writing 101, Day Eleven: Size Matters When I was twelve, we lived in an almost-perfect apartment. My Aunt Aura (Titia) owned it and we lived in it for maybe four or five years. It was a great place to live, but it did have one major drawback (therefore the “almost-perfect” rating): I had to share…

Feliz Navidad!

Ask me to pick out a favorite food from my childhood, made for special occasions and holidays, and right away I think of Christmas and Tia Aleyda’s arroz con pollo (rice and chicken). Many years later it still doesn’t feel like Christmas without it. When I was a child in Panama, we had several holiday…

Almost like being back in your high school cafeteria

Writing 101, Day Eight And you thought you were done with cliques, didn’t you? Walk into any high school cafeteria and it won’t be long before you spot them. It’s the same in your office lunch room or cafeteria. The setting may have changed and the faces may be a little older, but they’re still…

Farewell, my downtown neighbors!

Writing 101, Day Seven After three and half years, it’s time to give up city living and return to life in suburbia. While a house in the suburbs isn’t exactly country living, it’s going to be a significant change in our lives. We moved to our early 1900s city home with just a few pieces…

Just Three Little Words

It was just a short letter; a handwritten note. It wasn’t addressed to me but there it was, a folded piece of paper that I initially assumed was just another piece of trash. It was moist from that morning‘s rain and as I started to ball it up to throw away three words caught my…