F@%k Cancer, Part 6

She's not getting any better. Back in August when the tumor, which looks like two masses, they told us she had three to six months to live without chemo or radiation treatments. We are on month four of six, in hospice care, waiting for the 9.0 earthquake inside her head that erases her from existence.... Continue Reading →

F@%k Cancer, Part 5

I need time to stop. For the seconds to slowly trickle and the minutes to last a lifetime. I'm not ready to see days turn into nights, to be closer and farther away... There I was once more, running through airports last minute - MSP and JFK this time - to run to my mother's... Continue Reading →

F@%k Cancer, Part 3

She can't cook. She can't read. She can't drive. I know she needs some type of neurological rehabilitation routine but the doctors haven't addressed this portion of her care. Because of the politics of the hospital, the culture of no worries in the Island and the hurricanes, we feel she would be better off with... Continue Reading →

The Wedding: Take One

This year 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. Even with the tanking economy and the added wedding expenses we were on a high. Between the bonuses... Continue Reading →

My Husband, W

Photo credit to Camille Fontz y su Fotografía, Camille Fontz y su Fotografía, the #1 Destination Wedding Photographer in Puerto Rico. (We were her first wedding! 😎) As we start the Countdown to 10, as in 10th Anniversary, I realized that I could still keep my partner's anonymity by using a code name or letter... Continue Reading →

Voices (A Poem)

They tell me what to do and I listen, Taking turns to impart their wisdom. Calculating, methodical, completely anachronical, Pushing me to color outside the lines, To embrace anarchy and rebel. Walking the halls of memory, I can hear them all clearly, The voices of those whom I lost, Jimminy Crickets, In my head, Pulling... Continue Reading →

Te voy a extrañar mano…

Este es el séptimo draft del blog post y todavía no doy con las palabras que le hacen justicia a lo que estoy sintiendo. Posponer mi angustia por el bien común es algo que me sale natural pero en este caso, me di cuenta rápidamente que tenía que seguir tu ejemplo y tirarme de pecho... Continue Reading →

I Was A Mom (Poem)

I was a mom once, A loving, nesting, pregnant mess of surreal possibilities, And my husband, a dad, that couldn't stop smiling. Glee poured out of his pores. We couldn't contain our happiness. For twelve weeks you brought us joy, The only kind a parent to be can feel. We were proud to call you... Continue Reading →

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