Stop searching, because this is it.

Stop searching for the meaning of life. This is it: there isn’t any. We come to the world alone, we leave alone, and in between, we live, laugh, dream, cry, suffer, enjoy some joyful moments and search for the answers to living a happy life. And that’s it. This is it—the raw truth. But, there’s […]

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Campfires, pain, and joy

Over the past three years, I haven’t been able to enjoy a good old campfire with my advisees on our yearly start-of-school year retreat. This year we were finally able to do so, but I suffered an injury while exercising a few days before, sending me straight to the ER and my doctor, who thought […]

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El engaño para sobrevivir el curso escolar

Este año me lo he pasado, como muchos otros profesores, vendiendo esperanza y alegría donde no la había. Los chichos han estado a la altura pero no se ni como lo han hecho. Les hemos engañado con mil métodos y tareas para que se enfocarán en unas clases que les hicieran olvidar el presente que […]

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Croquetas de la abuelita

CROQUETAS: MY ABUELITA’S LEGACYI was raised, from the age of two, by my abuelita. She was a hardworking woman who never complained; the “superwoman” of yesteryear who made sure we had varied, nutritious, and delicious meals every day. Dinner was always something to look forward to especially when the surprise was…croquetas! I love croquetas; one dish I need […]

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On having it all, almost

I woke today feeling extremely grateful for the second chance life has given me. Only a few years ago I was divorced, depressed and jobless. Thankfully, I didn’t give up on life and kept on going. At 54 I feel I’ve landed my “almost” dream life.   I’m one lucky woman who found her calling […]

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Melancolía

Hoy tras un día lleno de alegría según el curso llagaba a su fin volví cargada de regalos de mis chicos a casa y fue entonces tras abrir sus tarjetas llenas de palabras de gratitud en una lengua que no es la suya sino la mía,  me entró la melancolía. El corazón me rebosaba de […]

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Simple Little Pleasures at 54

I’m in that stage of life where one could say the train has left the station. It might be true for some things, but for others, it’s the perfect time to enjoy the simple little pleasures. Now,  more than ever I can take advantage of truly simple things especially because I’m alone, over 50, and […]

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The little box of memories

Every summer I go to Madrid. The city where I spent my childhood years and my twenties. My last trip was different from all the others. It felt like Fall had taken over my soul as Isabel Allende put it in an interview. Most of her life her soul felt like Summer, but since the […]

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Rising way above the ashes

Who would have thought that I would actually rise way above the ashes after what I thought was losing it all? Not me. I’m too old to believe in starting over, but then I did and rose way above. I didn’t do it alone. We do nothing alone. I did it with helping hands galore […]

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