
Dear Dad:
Happy Birthday. You asked me to write about myself for the blog. The easy bits are the fact that I'm married to a great guy from Barcelona and have three wonderful little kids. I write computer books for a living, mostly about creating Web pages and blogs (!). I also love to knit, crochet, and sew, to weave and spin, to take photographs, to work with wood, in short, to make things by hand. We have finally found our dream home on a farm in Western Masssachusetts, in a town with a lake where the weather is such that we can ice-fish in the winter and swim in the summer. We have 28 chickens, 4 guinea hens, five cats, and 1 angora bunny. I'm hoping to add sheep and llamas within the year. We do a lot of gardening, and this year we planted a bunch of fruit trees: apple, pear, plum, peach, cherry, elderberry, and blueberry. We homeschool our kids.
The only thing I ever wanted to "be" was fluent in Spanish, so that I could talk to my grandparents. I remember in 1st grade in New York City learning how to count to 20 and to say Good Morning and Good Night. I was so proud. In college, when my Spanish finally got past that level, I remember writing letters to Grandma Rose and Grandpa John in what I now recognize as very rudimentary Spanish. They were always kind and encouraging. I went to Spain for the first time on my own after my freshman year in college... I felt a pull so strong; there was something there for me.
It's kind of strange that I felt my Spanish identity so strongly, especially since my Spanish family was always so far off. Or maybe it was just the fact that we were so far removed that made me want the connection all the more. At any rate, after college, I went to Spain to live and found a job translating computer software in Barcelona. I only had planned to go for a few months, but ended up staying for six years. After translating computer software, I started a publishing company that translated computer books into Spanish and marketed those books throughout Spain. Finallly, the American company, Peachpit Press, whose books we translated, asked me if I would come back to the US to work for them as an author.
While I lived in Barcelona, I never thought about coming home. I loved how they valued their families, how a family stayed in the same town for generations, how they didn't work 80 hour weeks, but instead focused on socializing with friends and families. But then my sister had a baby and my other sister graduated from college and I began to feel I was losing my own family, so we accepted Peachpit's offer and my husband and I moved back to the US. We still go back each year so that the kids can speak Catalan (the language they speak in Barcelona), and know
their grandparents, aunts and uncles, and cousins.
Let me finish by saying what a great father you have always been. I love you very much. Now that I am a mother, I can't imagine how hard it must have been to say goodbye to us and have us move across country. It would have been so much easier for you to complain, say mean things and just let go. But you never said an unkind word and never stopped being our father. You kept calling, writing, and having us come to visit, so that we could really get to know you and you could get to know us. I always appreciated how you believed in me, made me understand that you cared to know me, respected me even as you tried to expose me to your ideas, and kept talking to me even as our politics veered apart. I was always thrilled to find, even in silly places as I did one morning when I realized that I could wiggle my ears just like you, the blood we have in common.
I hope you have an awesome day. I'm glad I could be with you today.
love,
your daughter,
Lizzy