Mi Vida Loca

“They like me, they really like me” or something like that

So much has been happening the last few weeks, and I'll get a chance to catch up and post about it in the next few days. In the meantime, I wanted to share the exciting news that this little blog has been nominated for a 2012 HispanoBloggers Award in the Life/Vida category! I'm pretty excited… Continue reading “They like me, they really like me” or something like that


F*ck the glass slipper! It’s all about the purple suede stilettos

I almost typed the title of this post without the asterik, but figured I'd ease into the profanity on this blog. As I work to develop my writing voice I have to be authentic and the authentic me swears. Sometimes a lot. And as a good friend suggested when we discussed my blog, my blog… Continue reading F*ck the glass slipper! It’s all about the purple suede stilettos


Life in the blogosphere

  I want to sit at the cool kids table.  No, not that table, I’m 20+ years past that table.  I mean I want to sit with the cool kids in the blogosphere.  The problem is that I’m not sure what to bring to the table that would make them like me, after all I’m… Continue reading Life in the blogosphere


On Being Latina, Writing and Me

Through my work with Being Latino, Inc. I have learned much about myself and, not surprisingly, considering the nature of the organization, my roots.  I am learning that life will never cease to surprise me; that I am much more than I ever believed it was possible to be; and that my roots are deep-buried… Continue reading On Being Latina, Writing and Me



Umm...my last post was in early August, written soon after I made my decision to return to Chicago. So...I've been back for a little over a month now and it seems like an eternity ago.  Maybe it's because so much has happened and yet nothing has happened.  I don't want to explain what I mean… Continue reading Filler


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