When a friend goes back home

Today, I watched a colleague who turned into a friend, pack up and return to her home country, after 7 years in Chile and after 10 years in other country in between. It was hard not to project her situation on myself; weeks leading up to this, I’d ask her randomly “how are you?” or…

The Fire That Ignited All This

Some of my earliest, fondest memories come from Up North at my grandpa’s cabin. Our whole family would make the 7 hour drive and we’d spend time playing in the woods, swimming in the lakes, sitting around the bon-fire, and listening to grandpa tell stories about Bigfoot. I remember one time we arrived, the last…