A Costa Rica Baseball Lesson

Every MLB baseball is manufactured in Costa Rica, yet the game itself remains an elusive myth.  People have heard of the sport, but in the Costa Rican mind, it only exists north and south of the borders. When my son brought his baseball to school, kids asked to hold it. They turned it in their hands and ran their fingers along the stitching, examining the … Continue reading A Costa Rica Baseball Lesson

Dead Butterflies Dipped in Wax (Or: It Hurts But Will Be Okay)

Exhaustion has won the emotional battle tonight. An entire world away, in New Hampshire this morning, my son and I lugged 4 suitcases, 3 backpacks, a box of school books, a large bag, and a guitar through the airport only to find that 3 of the suitcases were a few pounds over the limit. To avoid exorbitant fees, we opened up all of our luggage … Continue reading Dead Butterflies Dipped in Wax (Or: It Hurts But Will Be Okay)

We All Have Comfort Zones

A few months ago, as we hiked for three days through the jungle of Guatemala with two Mayan men who didn’t speak English, I told my friend Heather, “I like traveling with you. You have a nice big comfort zone that doesn’t make you difficult when bats fly into our faces or tarantula eyes light up at night.” She laughed and retorted, “I’m not sure … Continue reading We All Have Comfort Zones