A few years back I landed in Medellín after months tucked into my Santo Domingo routine. I hopped in a taxi, flashed my Caribbean smile,
I still remember the first time a motoconchista in Santo Domingo slowed down, glanced back at me and said, “¿Ta’ jevi la vaina?” We’d just
Stepping off the plane from Medellín last August, my six-year-old son Nico immediately spotted his Dominican friend Dariel in the arrival hall. The two boys—one
I was standing in the neon-lit hallway of our neighborhood Unidad de Atención Primaria in Santo Domingo, sweating more from paperwork panic than Caribbean heat.
Settling into parent-hood abroad usually starts with diapers and doctor visits, but the real cultural crash-course comes the day your child asks, “¿Puedo ir a
A five-minute grocery run in Santo Domingo turned into an operatic meltdown when my four-year-old realized the store was out of her favorite yogurt. I
The Wednesday That Turned Into a Whirlwind Last semester my daughter Sofía bounced into our Santo Domingo apartment waving three colorful flyers—one for béisbol infantil,
The day a peanut nearly turned recess into a hospital run I thought I had Dominican school lunches figured out—rice, beans, fried plantains, maybe a
The day deodorant became headline news in our apartment It happened over a sweltering Santo Domingo afternoon. My eleven-year-old, Lucas, burst through the door waving
An unexpected math crisis in Santo Domingo I still remember the knot in my stomach the afternoon Sofía bounced out of her Dominican elementary school