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Creating Moments of Choice

As the whisper of ferry engines slid us away from Argentina, I looked out onto an endless horizon with water all around. It was soothing, the low rumble that serenaded my travel to Uruguay. It was barely past noon, but I sipped the glass of champagne they offered upon...

Up, Down, and Across

The streets of Buenos Aires, just like life here, are uneven, surprising, and filled with potential pitfalls if one doesn’t take care. On any given day, I dodge dog poop, navigate ‘floating’ tiles that turn into surprise fountains underfoot, and step around small and...

Every Day, A Little Less

Daylight savings in the spring. The weekend of one less hour of sleep that comes once a year. As I moved the hands of my kitchen clock ahead one hour and considered the “lost” hour, it struck. Every day is like Daylight Savings Time in the spring. Every...

La Abuela de Tienda de Cafe

The Grandmother of Tienda de Cafe I don’t know who she is…but her baristas do. Bent with years of walking through this life weighed down by who knows what, she moves slowly, one foot, one cane, the other foot, the other cane. I saw her stand to leave the café. She...
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