Recently I asked a couple of close friends if they thought my blog posts were getting depressing. They didn’t say no, but they didn’t say yes. They said I probably needed to do a bit of therapeutic introspection. I thought they had a good point, but… So I thought, I need to change things up, […]

It was late summer/early fall of 2002. My younger sister had been in the hospital for weeks and the doctors were unable to tell us why. She’d given birth prematurely to my nephew, and had slipped further into whatever it was that was making her sick, making her eventual recovery require the relearning of things […]

I was 8 years old when my Mom introduced us 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. My Mom’s proclivity for trying new religions was not particularly […]

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 […]

I walk by and something tells me to turn my head. I see you standing there and I both want to run away unseen and want you to turn and see me, really see me. I don’t want you to see that I miss you, but I want you to see that it was possible […]

When we were young our friendships were primarily based on geography. Our circle of friends usually consisted of other girls (maybe even boys) that we saw on a regular basis. We may not have necessarily had anything in common besides the fact that we lived in the same neighborhood, went to the same school, worshiped […]

As a child of divorce, I’ve always felt that there are many things that I missed out on due to my parents’ separation, especially because it was across two countries. Mom moved us all to Chicago, while my Dad stayed in our house in Puerto Rico. On the list of things I missed, there was […]

Forget Romeo and Juliet. I never really understood how people thought theirs was a good love story. Always seemed kind of depressing that someone would kill themselves for love. I think love should want to make you live. But I digress. Where love stories are concerned, the ones we seem to reference, and sometimes idealize, […]

If this is your first read, you can go back and start with  The Last Time, continue with The First Time, and read a post-script in the After “The Last time.” _____________________________________________________________________________________ I was at my Mom’s early last week, and while she went in the kitchen, I stayed in the hallway and tried to take the […]

A young lady in her 20s recently told me about a situation she encountered with a young man who was trying to ‘talk’ to her.  He had offered to take her out and as part of that offer he included a night in a hotel room. She was perplexed; a hotel room on a first […]