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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

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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

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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

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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

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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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Lighter: The unanswered question

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… Continue reading Lighter: The unanswered question

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Divorce: Repairing the broken branches of the family tree

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… Continue reading Divorce: Repairing the broken branches of the family tree