I’m officially at the stage in my life where I prioritize comfort over cuteness. If you catch me looking cute, on any given day, it’s because I got lucky with some comfy, cute clothes. My plantar fasciitis dictates the kind of shoes I can wear, so you won’t find me dead in a pair of... Continue Reading →
Para. Los. Padres.
I was four years old when my parents split up. I don’t remember crying about it or being terribly sad, but I do remember that life changed a little bit and I would only see my dad every once in a while. Over the course of the next few years, I had a recurring dream... Continue Reading →
Que. Viva. El. Amor.
Happy Tuesday after a long weekend! These Tuesdays are hard because they feel like Mondays, but we’re going to be okay. Friday will be here before we know it. First of all - a special thank you to all of the people who reached out with messages of love and support after I poured myself... Continue Reading →
Onward. And. Upward.
It has been about two years since I started this blog. It wasn’t always public. I spent the first year in the shadows - hiding from other people and not writing very often. Maybe once a month I would force myself to draft something up. A handful of my first entries never made the cut... Continue Reading →
DON’T. FEAR. THE. VENOM.
The first time I was stung by a bee was probably seventeen years ago in a corridor of my high school. How the bee got inside, I’ll never know. I was chatting it up with a friend, laughing and carrying on, when I felt something land in my hair. I very casually reached for it... Continue Reading →
THE. SUN. WILL. RISE. AGAIN.
My Papuchi promoted deep suffering on Good Friday. He was a devout Catholic, and as such, was super into the guilt and sacrifice movement. It was hard to feel guilty and sad on Good Fridays, though, because my cousins would come into town for Easter which would, honestly, make for an incredible time. Simpler times,... Continue Reading →
My. Pesky. Roommate.
Writer’s block showed up this week like an unexpected visitor that seriously overstayed their welcome. It got me thinking about a time when some “cousins” came to stay with my family back in the 90s. ::insert hard eye roll:: They stayed for what felt like forever. It was the experience that taught me that I... Continue Reading →
Since it’s Valentine’s week and the flowers from Tuesday are slowly wilting, I’d like to give romance a shout-out. I love romance. Always have. I love to hear about people falling in love, getting engaged, getting married, having anniversary parties, feeding each other cake, and retelling their love stories decades later. Flash mob proposals on... Continue Reading →