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Earlier this year, I decided to dedicate myself to doing hard things. Coming off a time of my life in which I was complacent and felt limited in my life, handcuffed to my self-constructed idea of myself—I was tired of it. After a few months of doing hard things, I’ve decided to report back on what I’ve learned in a listicle format that is unusual for…
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“Mazunte time” is what we call the phenomenon of the passage of time in Mazunte, the sweet Oaxacan beach side town my husband and I like to go to every once in a while for a change of pace. Who came up with the term, that’s unknown. But the point is for some reason, time really does move slower in Mazunte. The rapid time change when…
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About a week ago, after beating my husband Carlos and new friend Becki at Risk, I realized something—I really have changed as a person these last few months.
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It was Clara’s fourth time on the motorcycle. As my husband strapped his North Face backpack to me and grabbed Clara to put her in, I didn’t sense hesitation. But she could’ve felt it. I mean, she did fall off the motorcycle during the ride before.
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If you are a follower of this website, you may have noticed that it has been inactive for the last two weeks. This is by design. One of the difficulties of posting on a website once a week means I must have finished mulling over one idea or story and completed that reflection in my head in just one week. Insofar, this was never a problem.…
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Food is one of the most important things in our lives. No matter who we are, we are united in our need to eat. Remembering my life in the corporate world, I recall that frustration of having to figure out how to feed myself when I got home, as if it were some chore. This has got me thinking lately: why do we have to eat?
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Is there any home that doesn’t have some sort of junk drawer? Or a coffee table with some random fuzz and a nail file in it? Perhaps this hopeless, lost desire for the perfect home possessed us all at the same time. But this isn’t a piece to blame social media. It’s a piece in defense of the junk drawer.
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We never grieved losing the beach in Alexandria. I wonder if the Mediterranean Sea itself grieved the loss. Alexandria, Egypt, where my family is from, is the great city that was founded by Alexander the Great himself. When you think of Egypt, it’s likely you don’t think of a beach culture. But for centuries, Alexandria was a beach city.
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Who would’ve known that leaves have a sound. You can’t hear the sound of the leaves in the city. Did you know that there’s a butterfly here that makes a noise? When did you last hear a hummingbird? They sing a song too.
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SarahFois.com is on vacation while the author enjoys the holiday season with her family. Posts will recommence in the new year. Happy holidays.