Text: Julie Schwietert Collazo
I am writing this on my iPhone in the backseat of a taxi.
I am coming home from a whirlwind research trip to Nicaragua and I have approximately 30 hours at home before my next flight.
Maybe I should have just stayed at the airport.
While I was in Nicaragua, my normally patient and always supportive husband was beginning to show some signs of wear and tear– the collateral damage of being a writer’s partner (especially one who travels so much)– during our nightly gchats. Having recently started a blog of his own in addition to his work as a photographer, he’s finding it tough to carve out uninterrupted time to write AND be a full-time stay-at-home dad, one who holds down the fort and keeps the home fire burning when I’m gone (and, truth be told, when I’m home, too).
“I haven’t had…
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