PUBLISHED ON GLIMPSE. “Two dozen countries, perhaps a million miles, and here I am. I am thirty-two years old. I am married. I have a two-year-old son, and I am eight months pregnant. “Ten years ago, when I was a college student camped out in a frigid Tibetan yak pasture under …
Published on Glimpse. “Dulce, dulce, dulce, dulce,” sings my two-year-old son as I stroller him over cobblestones. Yes, “candy” is one of the first Spanish words he has learned since moving to Mexico. It turns out that Morelia, this highland city of rain-pocked stone, is to dulces and children what Jalisco …
PUBLISHED ON GLIMPSE. “My son may not be safe in all the ways that he could be. He might not be safe at all. But I want more for him than his bodily safety and my peace of mind. I also want him to grow up flexible and free and unafraid.” …