Last Sunday, I celebrated another year of life. I spent time alone and with my family. It was a good day. On my birthdays, I make it a priority to do everything that I hope to continue moving forward with this gift of life. I woke up early. I spent time with my prayer, meditation, and yoga practices. I exercised and practiced Capoeira music. Without a doubt, I played with my children, and I did some writing. At one point during my morning walk on the beach, I decided to pause

Before moving to Mazatlán, my family and I lived in a south suburb of Chicago where I drove 2 ½ hours to and from work each day.