The Girl With The Purple Shirt

The other day was a friend's 27th birthday. So I did what any good long-distance friend would do, I signed into facebook and clicked on...

It was published in the Summer 2012 Kids Can Make a Difference Newsletter. Check them out here:  http://kidscanmakeadifference.org/ ...

let it come to no surprise to you, dear readers, that you will not hear from me for a while. i am deeply immersed in my projects. striving t...

The house I live in is found a little more than a stone’s throw from downtown San Marcos Sierras. Distance has its consequences. It means I’...

Over four months ago, a girl with purple shirt and a multicolored bicycle left comfort, certainty, and beautiful Patagonia in search of ad...

The magical Argentine province of Córdoba is divided straight down the middle by a mountain range called las sierras. Traslasierra, or behin...

When orange trees are a common sidewalk occurrence, consumption of their citric fruits is almost morally obligatory. Whether in a orange-ban...

I’m falling way behind on my blogging. To tell you the truth, I’m finding it very hard to sit in front of a screen these days. And, even tho...

Villa Dolores is where I fell in love with Córdoba. Who would have guessed? Villa Dolores is perhaps the most populated town in the Traslasi...

Yes, that road. The one that passes through the unknown. The one that passes through long stretches of inhabitable countryside. The one that...