"Good morning, honey." I glance up from my journal and exchange a greeting with my dad. He silently settles into the wicker chair to my left as we listen to the salty waves tumble over the sand. At nine o'clock in the morning Costa Rica already cultivates heavy morning air, which clings and sticks and drowns the … Continue reading Coffee with a Dollop of Yogurt
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Oh, Brother
Growing up, I thought I was a boy. Okay, not really, but here's the situation: I have four brothers, two older and two younger (I also have a younger sister, but she's a blog entry all to herself). At a young age my mom dressed me in polka dot hair bows and surrounded me with Kens and Barbies, … Continue reading Oh, Brother
six feet & growing 