Okay, so back to my beauty post of last week. I really wasn't ready to continue it because my thoughts on the matter are so many and sooo not organized, but maybe the totality of them require multiple posts. Besides, I just saw something on my Facebook news feed that has me on a rant… Continue reading Ladies, let’s stop looking for our reflection in the media. They are not our mirror!
Reflected in his eyes: my beauty. His gaze, intense, as it softly strokes my hair, lightly kisses my lips, buries itself in the depths of my soul as it worships my breasts. I feel its caresses as it navigates my curves, explores all of me, before finding my center, craving its taste, yearning to dwell… Continue reading My beauty
For some reason I still couldn’t tie my shoes in second grade. As smart as I was, shoelaces confounded me. Now, not having kids I’m not actually sure the age when kids learn to tie their shoes but since my friend and classmate Luis was the one who finally taught me, I’m guessing it was… Continue reading The power in ‘each one, teach one’
A few days ago my friend Christina over at It's Mine & Mine Only challenged me to write a post about why I vote. Today's the first time I've been able to get online to do it so I've had a bit of time to gather my thoughts about the subject. In the mid-90s I… Continue reading #iVote because I believe in humanity
As I recounted a few weeks ago in A Latina identity crises resolved, finding--or I guess rediscovering may be more correct--my Latina identity has not been easy. It's taken a lot of soul searching, reading, a TON of writing, and a journey back to the home of my youth in Puerto Rico. Do I have… Continue reading Being LatinaSmart for Hispanic Heritage Month
This morning, as I walked the few feet from the door of the coffee shop to the bus stop, I heard a woman’s voice yelling some vile and vicious things. In that neighborhood, waiting for that bus, someone yelling obscenities into a phone is a regular occurrence so I thought nothing of it. Most days,… Continue reading Teach our daughters well