I love that series as much as I do Story Corps. Delicious.
In my back woods, the summer sound is frogs in the pond. I have no idea what kind of frogs they are, but they’ve been with us for a few months, many hatching from tadpoles.
They are loud and likely too loud for anyone who isn’t used to them, but if they weren’t there, I would miss them. They are my sound of summer.
When I take the dog out for his last walk in the evening now, the breeze is warm, the fireflies are dancing in the darkness, and the frogs are calling.
It is an instant pick-up after a long day of work and kid and rush. My few minutes of just being quiet and listening.
I know I have been gone from here too long. I know there is nary a soul checking in, but that’s been OK. It has given me the space to think about where I want this site to go. How much time I want to dedicate to it, why I should even do so when uploading a quick comment or photo to Facebook is so easy and so private.
Yes, I think Facebook killed my blog.
There is a safety there because I know those folks. I don’t know the googler from Indonesia. You know?
And Maria is halfway to 8 now. Telling stories about her, about her path to bilingualism and biculturalism was great fun when she was 3, but I am much more careful about sharing her in a blog. So, she won’t be making too many appearances here.
So what is left then if not the mommying stories?
I feel like I have some of those to share from my perspective. Like how a non-Latina friend wants me to write a parenting manual titled: “No es No es No es No! Parenting a lo Mami” or the complicated choices about schooling or the continued struggle to achieve bilingualism.
But, I also live in a wonderful city and beautiful state that I’d like to share more about. The undiscovered spots, the thick culture of music, the growing up of a city that 20-years-ago seemed so behind.
This past month marked the 20th year of my arrival. I was 23. And though cliche as it seems to say, it seems like yesterday. There are a lot of good experiences packed in there, strong friendships created and a passion for a place I thought I’d inhabit for just a couple of years.
I thought about writing more about running a business (The Pollitos) and the business of blogging (The Tiki Tiki) pero no se. There is so much good stuff out there already, that we’ll see. Maybe it’ll be more about the food we grow, new Latin-inspired vegetarian recipes, a little bit Vlogging tips. A part of me is way too fascinated with the process of aging, so don’t be shocked if you find me writing about my new gray hairs and my chicken-skin neck. Plus, I have promised myself a bikini body by 45 (that’s 13 months away), so perhaps my sweat will inspire posts. (Here’s a business of blogging post: Full-time Blogging makes you Gordita. The End.)
I guess where we go depends on who finally lands here, who returns.
When I launched Bilingual in the Boonies in 2006, it was very much about raising a bilingual kid. The readers, mostly, came for that. (And some who just googled “Latin ass.”) I had great fun, and after more than a decade of having editors, it was like riding with no hands.
So now I am dipping my toe in again because while I write weekly at the Tiki Tiki, and work there daily, it is a space akin to a cocktail party. This is my house and there are things we say in our own house that we don’t say at the party.
And, truth is, though I have not known exactly what to say all these past months, I miss having people over.