I've been thinking a lot lately, counting my blessings and all, because I've set a goal that was not just unthinkable, but unattainable, just a few years ago, and I actually achieved it. It's not like crossing something off a to-do list, which, honestly, doesn't exist because I like to keep everything in my head. It's more like standing here thinking, I've achieved something on the backs of my ancestors who struggled and died and never got to enjoy the privileges. No, not pri

When one orders an appliance for delivery in the United States, unless it's a special order, you can have it on your doorstep within a few days. In Mexico, in my experience, that's not always the case. Picture this: me, with an online cart filled with big ticket items–televisions, mattresses, a washer, the works, while trying to choose a delivery date. The month was full. And the following month? All of those dates were greyed out too. A thinker and a doer, that's me. So I pi

Let me be upfront: I lack in the style department. I'm sure I could develop an eye for it if I tried, but I genuinely don't care to. My requirements are simple. Things need to match, be clean, and be in relatively good condition. I am not the person who can visualize furniture in a space or intuitively know what a room needs. I can add to what's already there, a nice pillow or a work of art, but beyond that? No bueno. So when I began researching how to furnish my Mexico prope

A friend once asked, “Girl, do you even have a pulse?” I wear my calm stillness as a badge of honor, chest poked out and everything, but looking back, I’m not sure she meant it as a compliment. I’ve always been a quiet lake on a perfect summer day. Underneath the surface, there’s a lot going on, but the chaos is invisible to casual watchers. So yes, I have a pulse and you’ll never know how fast it races. I am a woman in America. I can buy an expensive gift or two without bat