Christmas Paper Windows

I am not ready for Christmas until the manger scenes are unwrapped and assembled. It’s a tradition that began in the late 50’s in Dad’s first post, Caracas, the first of the three Catholic countries we called home in which the creche is the center of Christmas commemorations. During the early 60’s in Italy, our…

Third Culture Kid: Music History

  My husband is transported by music: a half-hour of vintage salsa refreshes his outlook like little else. Although he doesn't need to analyze the "why" to benefit from the practice, I looked into it. The reason that listening to music makes us feel good dopamine, the same pleasure chemical that encourages us to eat, sleep and…

A Year After Django

  A year ago today, we let our dear chocolate lab, Django, slip away from disabling illness. And it's the handsome active dog that I want to remember today.  The floppy brown puppy who barked and peed too much grew into an elegant and handsome eighty pounds of dark mahogany. Ten years ago, when I was…

An Anniversary: JFK and My Parents

ixty-six years ago today in Winona, my parents were married. Fify-five years ago in Dallas, President Kennedy was killed, just months after my sister and I had shaken his hand at the Ambassador's Residence in Rome. We were in Washington, DC, on the final weekday of Dad's transition from Press Attaché in Rome to Public Affairs Officer in Bogotá.