F@%k Cancer, Part 6

There's always a calm before the storm. The tumor's original scan. Isn't it impressive? To think that unevenly shaped - multiform mass had caused all this drama! I can't believe it's already December. Wow! Never in a million years did I think mom would be in hospice care at this age, much less waiting for... 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 yet farther away... Was this it? The last time I would see her? I found myself on an red eye flight to MSP,  connecting through... Continue Reading →

F@%k Cancer, Part 3

She can't cook. She can't read. She can't drive. When I got back home to the PNW, I realized mom needed some type of neurological rehabilitation routine and we never received confirmation from the doctors that this retraining was available. Weird. It's been two weeks since we left the ICU and there are still no... 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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