Ed. note: If you are Carrie’s Mami, please close your browser now. Go here or here or here, instead. Gracias. A friend sent a note yesterday that I need not dread tomorrow’s 41st birthday. It is, after all, the 20th anniversary of my 21st birthday. While it would be lovely to still be that fresher, [...]

Fitness magazine Daisy Fuentes, beautiful and talented Cubanita, is 41 and on the cover of Fitness magazine this coming month. I, dear reader, another beautiful and talented Cubanita, turn 41 in a few days. Oh yes, I do. Good genetics have offered me a wrinkle-free face, so far, and many years of therapy have made [...]

We were at the pool yesterday when I looked to my right and saw three young mothers who could have been triplets. Same short bobs, pulled back into tiny pony tails. Same brown sunglasses. Same cute little noses, lean bodies. I elbowed my friend. “Mira! They’re like triplets.” Wow, she said. I couldn’t stop staring. [...]

Nice Spanish-learning tips from a site called Edufone. On their homepage, some sample podcasts. Nice opening musiquita.And more free podcasts here.

Butaca = easy chair. At my grandparents’ house there were two butacas. If they wanted in, you got out. Pronto. My grandmother’s butaca spun and rocked and if you tipped yourself back too far, you risked death by head smashing on the Terrazzo. Word is Butaca TV soon will be launching a beta version to [...]

check out the grey one with the grass in it’s mouth We returned from vacation, slept too few hours and went to pick the guineas up from the friend who kept them warm and fed while we were gone. “They’ll be easy,” I had told her. “I read that their poop is dry.” I’ll be [...]

Old Town, San Diego If we only had had a tin cup…

As I write this on Thursday afternoon, my husband is passed out on the hotel room bed. His shoes still are on. My girl is face down on the couch. Shoes still on too. She’s not totally asleep, but rather hypnotized by some cartoon where one character sounds like Gilbert Gottfried. Me? I’m too tired [...]

It was unusually cold in Northern California last week. So cold that I put socks on with sandals as we strolled high-style Carmel. I whined to my husband that I was the most un-chic woman in the entire region. “Just keep speaking Spanish. They’ll think you are European.” Ah, si!

My husband is fortunate enough to have deep roots in Northern California. He was raised in the Bay Area and spent many childhood weekends, and some adult years, in Sonoma County. Hills, valleys, grapevine fields, quaint general stores. We have spent many holidays here, but this is the first trip with Maria. We are visiting [...]