Tag: memories

Memories from an “all girls” Catholic school

My son, following the public education of where we live, will go through four schools before graduating from high school. He is truly unfazed by the system and is already looking forward to going to his third school, I,  on the other hand, cannot… Continue Reading “Memories from an “all girls” Catholic school”

Photos from the past… time to remember

The other day my cousin sent me a photo unexpectedly. I kept looking at the picture for a while, trying hard to recognize the place. I was so surprised when I finally recognized it! It was the beach house we use to go when… Continue Reading “Photos from the past… time to remember”

The power of true friendship… looking into my memories

I grew up with a fantastic group of friends.  Some of them are part of my life since I was 5 years old (really we met in kindergarten!).  Others were added to the circle as we grew up, however, we, all together, go back… Continue Reading “The power of true friendship… looking into my memories”

Question of the Week: What song or songs remind you of your younger self or of a specific time in your life?

This question has been on my mind for a very long time, the reason I think this question often pops in my head is that I have vivid memories that are strongly attached to specific songs, each time I hear these songs, my soul… Continue Reading “Question of the Week: What song or songs remind you of your younger self or of a specific time in your life?”

Mari’s Book Review – The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon

I picked this book from my dad’s library in one of my visits to Panama. Actually, I picked book number 3 without knowing it is a 4-book series and started reading it. Soon enough I realized that I needed to stop and get books… Continue Reading “Mari’s Book Review – The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon”

The joy of running wild…

(Above are my two sons, at this time 11 and 8, last summer, and right behind is my Dad) I was born in Panama, and my kids have been able to go back every vacation for a few weeks.  They stay with my parents,… Continue Reading “The joy of running wild…”