Let’s. Open. Windows.

Hello to all of my blog readers!  Another beautiful week is upon us. I had a pretty relaxing weekend, so I’m ready to hit the ground running and I hope you are too.  If you haven’t had a chance to check out my podcast, what the heck are you waiting for? It has been such... Continue Reading →

I’m not alone. Neither are you.

I enjoy blogging and podcasting so much, that I can’t even tell you. It lights me up inside to press the publish button and know that I’m creating these small records of my existence. I love connecting with people in this way and hope that my words will give somebody comfort or make them feel... Continue Reading →

Nuevas. Tradiciones.

When I was in my early twenties, I went through my mom’s record collection and discovered the album “Hey” by Julio Iglesias. It was the soundtrack of a time in my life when I was considering whether or not I wanted to stay in a relationship or not. I would listen to it on my... 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 →

I. Choose. Happiness.

It was twelve years ago now that I seriously contemplated driving my car into the center divider of the 105 freeway. I was crying, I was tired, and I had no idea why I felt this way. A million thoughts raced through my head. I didn’t call anyone to ask for help, I held on... Continue Reading →

Live. And. Let. Live.

Passing judgment is so unsexy. It doesn’t flatter anyone.  It’s something that I’ve grown to have almost no tolerance for, which is ironically kind of a judgmental behavior. It’s human nature to talk shit and my guess is that we do it because we like to feel better about ourselves. Sometimes the fastest way to... 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 →

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