Musings about midlife, parenting, travel, and the tension of holding it all together.
Littoral Zone: The Space Where Ocean Meets Sand
When I was a child the littoral zone was an exciting realm of wonderment. The space where periwinkles were fleeting. Where you could jump over the foamy edges of the lapping waves or race to avoid wet toes. It’s a universe in a moment. Metaphorically, the littoral zone has been tugging at my mind as…
The Trip that Set the Standard: Costa Rica
Costa Rica is a magical place for nature-loving families. For us, it was particularly appealing due to the direct flights, its relative affordability (although expensive by Central American standards), the mix of nature and beach that we craved, and because it seemed easy to navigate with a young kid in tow while still offering a…
The Imperfect Sandwich
My generation is in what’s often called the sandwich generation. Stuck between the responsibilities of parenting our children and taking care of our parents. It’s an imperfect metaphor though because I’m not so much the meat in the middle as I am the bread that’s holding it all together. If I dig a bit further…
Seeking Liminal Space
In Malapascua, Philippines, I went on a deep ocean dive to see hammerhead sharks (we did not in fact see hammerhead sharks). It was the early hours of the morning, and the ocean was a deep blue filtering into turquoise in the subtle morning light. As I sank deeper – the blue darker, the sounds…
Between Home and Away 