Romance on the streets of Milan. An excerpt from a travel memoir.
The priceless approval of a twelve-year-old.
Becoming an honorary Puerto Rican.
Visits home, and learning to become a conscious contributor to the places I travel.
“Mmm...I’m not as excited for my birthday as I was last year,” she says seriously. Eight-almost-nine seriousness. Confident and sullen. Maybe she will be more like her aunt after all. God help her... “I don’t want to grow up," she says from her bunkbed, flipping through a picture book. "I wanna stay a kid.” “Ah, … Continue reading Ten-Year Plan, at Nine