Beehives, 5th grade and birthdays: #WhyIWrite


“Wylbia, come up to my desk please.”

Fear washed over me. The only other time Mrs. Socha had called me to her desk, she had lectured me about letting some of the kids cheat off my work. I had tried to explain that I had a hard time saying no to them, especially when they were offering me bags of Swedish fish from Ziggy’s, the mom and pop shop a few blocks away from school, but she wasn’t having it. She was the best teacher I’d had up to that point in my academic career, 5th grade, so I didn’t want to disappoint her and I hadn’t let anyone cheat since our “talk.”


Gray hair update: 1.5 years and I’m getting the hang of it


It’s been about 16 months since I last colored my hair, and as I haven’t posted on the blog, I thought I’d share a photo update photo. My hair is now just below the shoulders and I haven’t cut off much of the still-dyed hair, but I’m getting ready to because it’s fading and I think it’s also affecting the white hair that follows it.


What’s in a name?


Growing up with the name Wylbia ( Pronounced- Will be ah) Juliá, I had dreams of having a more common Puerto Rican name.  Anything would’ve worked.

There were one or two reactions I got whenever someone learned my name. In my teens they would question if I was related to the late actor, Raul Juliá, and for most of my life they would butcher my name in some horrific way.   The Raul Juliá thing I was okay with;  “Sure, I’m related to Raul Juliá,” I would say to anyone who asked because why not give it some cool points.  The butchering and constant having to correct people who either mispronounced it, or worse, turned it into Julia Wylbia was what I couldn’t tolerate: so with all my teenage smarts and ability for logical and critical thinking, I made the decision to change my name.