A lullaby on the Malecón One breezy Sunday evening I perched on Santo Domingo’s Malecón, rocking my eight-month-old daughter, Sofía, while the Caribbean slapped the
The day “gracias” collided with “thanks” Two summers ago in Santo Domingo, my four-year-old son Liam sprinted toward an ice-cream cart, shouted “¡Quiero paleta!”, grabbed
Why “Cinco Minutos Más” Became My Daily Boss Battle Last month in Medellín, my daughter Emma discovered Minecraft in Spanish and decided that building pixel
A backpack full of jitters—and two magic words Last August Emma, our seven-year-old, clutched her new mermaid backpack outside the school gate in Santo Domingo
The laundry basket that spoke two languages One Saturday in Santo Domingo, my living room looked like a piñata had exploded—blocks, beach towels, and Emma’s
The night the frog became a cacique Last month in Santiago de los Caballeros my daughter Emma insisted I read her favorite picture book, “El
The day Emma bit the tongue depressor Last February in Santo Domingo my three-year-old, Emma, developed a cough right as I was about to board
A late-night scramble in Santo Domingo Two summers ago my partner and I scored last-minute tickets to a Juan Luis Guerra concert. Euphoric—until we realized
A Tuesday night word problem meltdown A few months ago, my Colombian partner’s twelve-year-old nephew, Julián, plopped his workbook on our kitchen table in Santo
The day my daughter’s teacher switched to rapid-fire Spanish Last November, fresh coffee in hand, I strolled into the colegio in Santo Domingo expecting a