When I look at pictures of myself as a little girl, it's hard to believe the stories that my Mom tells me about me. In pictures I look like a little picua, always ready to strike a pose for the camera. In my Mom's stories I was una nena timida who broke into tears … Continue reading Inner child
A flood of memories
I just found a journal and in it I have only one entry. It's of a day sometime ago. A day I don't recall specifically but I remember the general feeling of that time in my life and I can imagine that with all that was going on; that day definitely had the potential to … Continue reading A flood of memories
My Reflection
As a little girl I wanted to be a ballerina/teacher/surgeon. It wasn't that at one time or another during my childhood I wanted to be one or another of the aforementioned, I literally wanted to be all three all at once. I walked on the tips of my toes, so being a ballerina was an … Continue reading My Reflection
What if: My Italian adventure
It was 2002 and as part of my job I put together a travel program. Being the smart woman I am, the list of countries included in the program coincided with the list of countries I wanted to visit. That fall a group of about 36 people headed to Italy for an 8-day excursion with … Continue reading What if: My Italian adventure
Another year
Since my life began on the 18th of January, I honor the passing of the years more on that day than on the 1st. Tomorrow is that day and frankly I'm not ready. I didn't feel that great about turning 38 and I'm really struggling with 39 since it is way too close to 40 … Continue reading Another year
Thoughts of a 19 year old…
I wrote this when I was 19 years old. I think it was titled Dreams, but am not 100% sure. A young girl with dreams. She's smart, beautiful and believes in herself. That girl was meant to be a somebody someday. But somewhere along the way someone took her dreams and placed them out of … Continue reading Thoughts of a 19 year old…
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