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.
Life and Family I don't remember much about my paternal grandmother, Abuela Julin. I've been told she and my maternal grandmother, Maria, were almost my namesakes. I would've been either Maria Julia or Julia Maria, last name Juliá. But, having been only 7 or younger the last time I saw her, I don't have any memories of… Continue reading The emotional Walk to End Alzheimer’s
What do you know about Alzheimer's? These are just some of the statistics about Alzheimer’s and other types of dementia, according to the new report, 2013 Alzheimer’s Disease Facts and Figures. As staggering as the facts may be, they don’t even begin to cover the day to day reality of caring for someone with Alzheimer’s. Caring… Continue reading When you’re saying the long goodbye: World Alzheimer’s Month
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… Continue reading 5 things that should not be left unsaid
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
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
The fourth in the “Defining Moments: Search for Identity Series.” This one comes to us from educator and writer, Cindy Tovar. Read more of her personal blog, Hispanecdotes and follow her on Facebook and Twitter, @Dagny32 The music is blasting, the lights are dim, and I’m in my element. My eyes search the crowd, looking for someone who can show… Continue reading The dance lesson [guest post]