Unseen, Unheard and Imaginary

When my daughter first told me about her imaginary friend I gracefully took it in stride. We made room at the dinner table. Although I drew the line at giving an actual plate. It seems to do the trick to insist that an imaginary friend is ok receiving an invisible plate. So long as said…

Where Will She Go to School?

When I decided to raise my daughter in the jungle of Peru I took things one step at a time. She was 6 months old when we came back to our land to live. There were the basic needs to cover but also I thought a lot about her education. I was surprised that the…