Please and Thank You

This Thanksgiving Day, my first without my mother, I'm taking a moment to address all those who made our life bearable as we witnessed her memories drift away as she gracefully accepted her fate due to Stage IV brain cancer. Read on... According to my Titi (auntie), my mother didn't hesitate to ordered people around... Continue Reading →

Phone/Text/IM or Visit a Friend

Ever wonder why people keep throwing parties and inviting you, even when you RSVP and don't show up? When you are doing a really good ghosting job but they don't take the hint? Let me shed some light on their persistence: People are social creatures. We need the warmth of human touch. Intimacy. Compassion. Comfort.... Continue Reading →

The Ranch in Montana

For a couple of weeks now I have been listening to very fervent and passionate retirement plan discussions. Half of my teammates will be eligible to pull the rip chord in the next six months to two years. They are all already in countdown mode or STD - short timer's disease - since they can't... Continue Reading →

Tips To Manage Bereavement

Funeral arrangements, forms, tax returns, and other important documents are a hassle to wrangle, especially if you are far removed from the day to day operations of your loved ones. When my mother passed away she had spared us the ordeal of sorting it out on our own. However, the meticulous planning of an Army... Continue Reading →

Mayday! Mayday!

Bzzz. Bzzz. My Insta friend Cocoa texts me to ask for help with her seizure and cancer meds campaign. It's 7:00 am on a Tuesday but I'm already awake; Zach has been barking intermittently since 4:55 am. The Ring side camera was on a rampage, chiming loudly and constantly even though the video showed no... Continue Reading →

In the Search of Karma Points

During the last month my family has donated, gifted, sold or tossed items that no longer brought us joy, as Marie Kondo would say, in the hopes that they'd become purposeful again. The poor things had been idle for so long, relegated to the deepest and darkest storage corners that they must have felt neglected.... Continue Reading →

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 →

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 →

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