I've blown the dust off the old blog in order to say goodbye.

It's been fifteen years of posting semi-regularly.

Fifteen years ago, Orlando and I left Miami. We were younger and terrified of what was before us. South Florida was the only home we ever knew. And yet we drove our little Cuban selves to Pittsburgh, then to Connecticut, then to Alabama anyway. We earned degrees, had babies, published books and papers, bought homes, met new friends, said goodbye to dear ones, lost loved ones, gained new ones.

And now, fifteen years into that journey, we are back home.

We are back in that Magic City we so adore (and that makes us crazy in some ways, too, but that's part of the magic), surrounded by loved ones and all that entails, and as of today, getting ready for Tropical Storm Erika, because nothing says "Welcome home" like an old fashioned Miami storm and a water-hoarding excursion to Publix.

Digressions aside, it's time to say goodbye to Yucababy, which has been a good home for my thoughts and ramblings. I'll be on Twitter and Facebook, and maybe Tumblr if I ever get the hang of it.

As modes of social media evolve, so do people. I'm not as comfortable as I once was sharing intimate details of my life and the lives of my kids, especially Penelope's, now that she's nine, and has her own opinions about social media.

Anyhow, none of y'all were reading this thing anymore anyway;)

So, I'm turning my creative attention once again to a new novel that has me pulling my hair out (as they all do, at some point), and saying goodbye to blogging, at least in this form.

Thanks for reading all these years, friends. Besos!