An Open Letter to the Nice Lady on the Subway

Dear Nice Lady, First off, thank you! On our way back from preschool, I sat down next to you on the F train—and Sasha immediately turned crabby. You know the kind of crabby: whining, limp as an overcooked strand of spaghetti, unwilling either to sit or stand or be held. But you! With the lightning …

¿Que quiere decir “juzgado”?

I’ll tell you what juzgado means: it means judged. And that’s sorta how I’m feeling (yes, I know how much the condition of the delicate flower of my heart means to all of you) after reading Christopher’s post yesterday on the pretension of  those who seek Spanish-speaking babysitters. Christopher didn’t aim it at us per se, but …