Mi Casa Es Tu Casa

I am visiting the States and staying with dear friends Isa and Laird in Austin. When they say “welcome home” they mean it.

Isa and I shared a tiny office at the Health Department many years ago. People told me to be “careful.” She’s difficult and hard to get along with. I found out later that they were telling her the same thing about me.

Yet we hit it off fabulously. We once closed the office door in the afternoon and danced to Shakira’s Hips Don’t Lie and laughed until we cried. It is still our song.

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I did the Heimlich Maneuver on her one day when she was choking on a carrot. She tells everyone that I saved her life.

I can’t count how many times we’ve stayed at their home. Lisa stayed for months after neck surgery. She helped Isa prepare for their exploratory trip to Costa Rica before Covid.

I was here to hold Isa’s hand while she cried over Laird’s early-onset alzheimers diagnosis.

They have visited us in Mexico, stayed in our home and sat naked on the dock in the sun.

I love being in their home, surrounded by pictures of their grandchildren. They don’t fuss. I am always welcome. Laird’s bearhug is the same although I don’t always know if he knows who I am.

I am truly blessed to have these people in my life. They are our family, no strings attached, which is the best kind to have.

DOS TORTAS

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