Fotos y recuerdos

Unas semanas antes de Telegram-gate, la súbita implosión de la administración del gobe Ricardo Roselló, sentía una necesidad inmensa de hablar con mi madre. El país parecía estar entrando en un momento de crisis, uno en dónde los partidos políticos se presentarían impotentes ante los cambios sociales que la generación del Yo No Me Dejo... Continue Reading →

“Rage, rage against the dying of the light!”

¡Viva la revolución! Perhaps it was coincidental: The people of Puerto Rico were out in droves, in front of La Fortaleza, the Governor's mansion, asking for Ricky's resignation on Bastille Day. Just as the French were celebrating the events that led to the turning point of their revolution against the monarchy, Puertorricans attempted to dethrone... Continue Reading →

Grief Doesn’t Have an Expiration Date

My husband thinks about what he just said unapologetically: "How long are you going to use your mother's death as an excuse?" Excuse... He thinks my grief is an invention, a concocted rouse to make his life difficult. HIS LIFE. As if losing my mother was an event I could get over at the push... Continue Reading →

F@%k Cancer: Part 13

Putting the estate in order has been an overwhelming undertaking. It's definitely sucking all the joy out of my life. I'm sure my sister isn't enjoying it either. We are both mentally exhausted. Banks. Lawyers. Taxes. Insurance claims. Every day there is a new paper to fill, a new insurance adjuster or player to bring... Continue Reading →

Putting Things into Perspective

Tuesday, July 10 at 5:00 PM. The basement parking lot is eerily quiet, mostly empty except for a few cars and my light blue SUV, a short walk across the way. My steady steps echo off the walls, sending me into a soothing hypnotic trance. 👟👟👟 Random thoughts quickly flood my mind as the safe... Continue Reading →

Garage Makeover DIY

This DIY was interrupted by my mother's brain cancer diagnosis and convalescence. I'm doing my best to call it good; I kept postponing finishing it as if that would mean our journey wasn't real. I'm proud of how it turned out. Enjoy! When I was around 4 years old, my grandpa designed his own storage... Continue Reading →

Information Assymetry

Thirty plus years on this planet have taught me that the root of all evil and many misunderstandings is due to information assymetry. Our experiences and sociocultural background skew the lens we use to perceive the world making us less emphatic and more judgmental of the motivation of our fellow humans. Assuming good intent is... Continue Reading →

“A ______ is only as good as their tools”

My momma always said that a person's ability to solve a problem was dependent on the quality and quantity of the tools at hand. Your innate capacity to analyze complex and abstract data will always be enhanced by the type of calculator or computer you use to to perform the operations; there is a difference... Continue Reading →

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