HearthFinder Blog

People often ask how I ended up in Romania, and I have trouble finding the words because my brain is flooded with all the reasons . There isn't one main reason or one moment that decided our direction. It was a long process of research, noticing what felt solid and what kind of future felt possible. Romania revealed its welcoming charm and promise of a dream through a lot of curiosity and thorough questioning. A Landscape That Felt Familiar Before It Felt Foreign The Carpathi

When Winter Breaks Open There is a kind of quiet in northeastern Romania that feels older than anything else around it—a winter hush thick enough to swallow sound. And then, as the year tilts toward its end, that stillness cracks with a distinct Romanian beat. Drums thunder in the air, bells shiver, and the whole village wakes as the Bear Dance pushes through the streets like weather rolling in from another age. People often describe the first sight of it as massive brown hid

I’ve been carrying a heavy mix of emotions lately. Back home, in the streets where I grew up, innocent and hardworking Mexican immigrants are being taken into big unmarked trucks — disappeared under the cover of night. Families are left wondering where their loved one is and if they will ever see them again. Dreams are erased. People who have built lives among people they thought were friends are treated like they don’t belong anymore. Watching those videos makes something in

Thanksgiving used to be one of the most intentional days of my year. Not because of patriotism or tradition—actually the opposite. For a decade, I opened my home to anyone who wanted a place to land. My table wasn’t about turkey or spectacle; it was an annual practice in truth-telling and community. I cooked Indigenous foods, played PBS’s We Shall Remain , and held space for conversation about the real history of the holiday. It was part education, part ritual, and part quiet

There are cities that decorate for Christmas, and then there is Brașov — a place that seems to exhale winter enchantment from its medieval soul. As December settles over the Carpathians, the old town begins its transformation. Lights unfurl across rooftops, garlands drape between centuries-old walls, and the entire landscape takes on the soft glow of a fairytale. Romanians put serious, loving effort into creating a festive world, and you can feel that intention in every illum

There was a time when my voice was loud. In my younger years, my confidence filled rooms. I carried my opinions like torches that were bright, sharp, imposing. I confidently asserted my limited knowledge, often reinforcing ideas that make me cringe today. But life has a way of tempering us. Not diminishing, but refining. Over time, my fire settled into something steadier and more grounded. Quiet, but far more powerful. These days, I don’t need to announce my direction. I simp

When College Stops Feeling Like an Option In the United States, higher education is supposed to ignite our passion for deeper learning, potential, and possibility. For many people, it feels more like a locked gate with a price tag hanging off the handle. Families watch tuition climb into numbers that would once have bought two houses. Students do the math and realize they are being asked to mortgage their entire future before it has even begun. Quietly, a lot of people simply

When the recent Epstein emails surfaced, I expected an appropriate response to the gross exploitation of minors by powerful men. But what I've seen in public reaction wasn’t shock or a demand for justice. It was minimization. "He wasn't a pedofile... he was just into the barely legal types... he liked 15-year-old girls." "He wasn't into 8-year-olds... he liked the very young teen types..." "There's a difference between a 15-year-old and a 5-year-old." The Megyn Kelly's commen