And I wish this post would be about a more luscious theme, but I’m sorry, it’s just about smoking. I’m having a cigarette hiding in my own house, with the window opened, even when its 25 degrees outside. I live in a rental with no balcony, and the contract says I cannot smoke. But tonight I don’t care. I just had a wonderful dinner cooked by Husband, and enjoy a glass of delicious Albariño, a Spanish white wine. But like if I were fifteen again, with my feet hanging from my bedroom’s window, I am hiding.
Writing about my mothering experience as a foreigner raising bilingual and bicultural children, dealing with the system on behalf of my special needs son and navigating Chicago and the world with my kids.
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It’s at the bottom of the page… I’m glad you like it, but I have to work more on it.