Every year at this time, when the days are long, cold and dark, I start to miss my family a little more, all of them living in the warm sands and sunny skies of Brazil.
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite American holidays. It’s a treasured day, full of family, thanks and my husband’s endless search to discover the best secret recipe for a moist turkey. Not to mention today marks the biggest paper in The Forum’s history, which I am not going to deny, put a little pressure on this columnist.
I knew everything about motherhood – until the day I became a mom.
Before my daughter, I’d walk through a store, see a screaming child and think, “If I was that child’s mother, I would never let her get away with that.”
The cold is coming, and my Brazilian heart is preparing to face the long winter ahead.
As a shy kid who learned how to express my voice through the healing art of theater, I’m passionate about the magic and empowerment behind a play production.
“Brrrrr – I can’t stand this weather anymore! How can we live in North Dakota?! Brutal winters, no high mountains to ski or oceans to swim. What is still keeping you here?”
That’s what Suzan told me as we met for the first time, at a coffee shop.
I never forgot the year 1987. I was a teenage girl living in my home country, Brazil. My favorite thing to do was go over to my best friend’s house, sit on her bedroom floor around a vinyl record player, and listen to our favorite bands.
Christmas can be a very stressful time, especially if you, like me, are part of the prayer group: “God, please, help me to finish my last minute to-do list and I promise that next year I will be a good girl and start working on my Christmas list in March!”
“I’ve been married for a decade and each year my husband becomes less and less affectionate. I don’t remember the last time he kissed me.”
This week I was chatting with a friend at the gym when I told her that I was going back to school.
She asked, “Chris, why can’t you be happy where you are?”
Her question to me is a question that a lot of us women sometimes ask ourselves.