i live in a city know for its lights and croissants. i’m an immigrant lost in a language that i began learning seven years ago and that i still don’t really master. i am married to a wonderful French gal who is little sun’s other mother and my rock. before i lost my little boy, i would have called myself a traveler, a teacher, a lover of words and an artist. i would have told you about the eight countries i’ve lived in, explaining with passion in my voice that Spain is where i feel at ease, most myself. i would have said that i am happiest with a paint brush or pen in my hand and a group of my dear, sweet friends around me. now, i will tell you that i don’t really know who i am anymore.
once i was a mother….now i’m just lost.