
Colombian Street Greetings: From “Quiubo” to “Parce”
A few years back I landed in Medellín after months tucked into my Santo Domingo
A few years back I landed in Medellín after months tucked into my Santo Domingo
I still remember the first time a motoconchista in Santo Domingo slowed down, glanced back
Stepping off the plane from Medellín last August, my six-year-old son Nico immediately spotted his
I was standing in the neon-lit hallway of our neighborhood Unidad de Atención Primaria in
Settling into parent-hood abroad usually starts with diapers and doctor visits, but the real cultural
A five-minute grocery run in Santo Domingo turned into an operatic meltdown when my four-year-old
The Wednesday That Turned Into a Whirlwind Last semester my daughter Sofía bounced into our
The day a peanut nearly turned recess into a hospital run I thought I had
The day deodorant became headline news in our apartment It happened over a sweltering Santo
An unexpected math crisis in Santo Domingo I still remember the knot in my stomach