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 →

Lessons From The Laundry Pile

I must have been around three years old when my mother decided to enlist me for sock folding duty. It was a task she took very seriously because protecting your feet from the dangers of humidity and water accumulation inside military boot had been her worst enemy as she went up through the ranks. Maybe... Continue Reading →

In Memoriam: Grandma Delia

My grandmother was a spectacular woman, a true warrior who stopped at nothing to keep her family safe and well fed. She was ahead of her time in ways that are easy to admire and hard to explain: she was fierce, a very confident and assertive piece of work that always spoke her mind. When... Continue Reading →

#TheLatinaThing

Puerto Ricans are known for their fiery personalities and sass; we don't take anything sitting down and if you mess with one of us, the entire village comes at you. It's hard to explain to outsiders how much we value the clan matriarchy, even when there is still a very strong machismo entitlement embedded in... Continue Reading →

Complicated Bereavement

Disclaimer: Although my though process post my mother's death has been understandably debilitating, I have not been diagnosed as having a complicated bereavement. If you are looking for information about clinical treatments for this disorder to help someone you know check out The Center for Complicated Grief website. There are many dimensions to grief, many... Continue Reading →

Marriage: Year Nine

This year, 2018, marks the 10th anniversary of my wedding to W. As part of the celebration, I will be documenting our relationship from the proposal up to the wedding, and each year up to our 10th anniversary. *Plays Chumbawamba's Tubthumping* "I get knocked down, when I get up again, you never gonna keep me... Continue Reading →

Marriage: Year Eight

This year, 2018, marks the 10th anniversary of my wedding to W. As part of the celebration, I will be documenting our relationship from the proposal up to the wedding, and each year up to our 10th anniversary. I know what you are going to say: "Why was year seven so short and sweet? Where... Continue Reading →

Marriage: Year Seven

This year, 2018, marks the 10th anniversary of my wedding to W. As part of the celebration, I will be documenting our relationship from the proposal up to the wedding, and each year up to our 10th anniversary. Year Seven was proving to be a good year. I felt like Maverick after Goose's death in... Continue Reading →

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