I was born in upstate New York, in the city of Rochester to be exact. My parents moved back to Puerto Rico soon after my first birthday, and I spent my early, formative years there. The culture and language of my country was just as much a part of who I was and was becoming, … Continue reading Diggin’ mis raices: Two countries, two languages, and one lost girl
Be still my twitching eye
Admittedly, I am not always Little Ms. Sunshine. I rarely get angry or stressed to the point where I take it out on someone else in a negative way, but it happens. I try to confront situations as they happen or soon after, and remain calm in the face of chaos. But that's not always … Continue reading Be still my twitching eye
The accidental feminist
I was 8 years old when my mom introduced our family to the Mormon missionaries she had run into one day on the way up the stairs in our apartment building. By that age, I'd already attended services in a variety of churches in Puerto Rico so Mom's proclivity for trying new religions was not particularly … Continue reading The accidental feminist
Life in my head: Hair twirling & shiny things
Some time ago a friend was giving me a ride. We were driving down the freeway while I recounted something that happened that day. All of a sudden I saw his hand in front of my face, snapping his fingers at me, startled, I said, “what, what?” thinking something was wrong. He was trying to … Continue reading Life in my head: Hair twirling & shiny things
The self-indulgence of words
Last week, hours after publishing and sharing the post, Love letter to my body, I saw a friend. At that moment, my mind was on the task at hand, so I was confused when he made a comment about me and my body. He was joking? Poking fun at me? I wasn't sure what. Moments … Continue reading The self-indulgence of words
My Dog’s life: Love without logic
I laughed, I cried, and the hair dryer, yes the hair dryer!! Find more hilariousness over at The Oatmeal.
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