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You can take the girl out of the ‘hood, but you can’t… well you know the rest

I’m sitting up in bed, giving up on sleep for a little while longer as it’s currently denying me its comfort. It’s the kind of windy Chicago night that I love; the sound of the wind blowing both ferocious and familiar. Tonight it’s a little different though; I hear wind chimes too. I’m enthralled and… Continue reading You can take the girl out of the ‘hood, but you can’t… well you know the rest

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Flashback: Puerto Rico, Tito El Bambino and Feliz Navidad

Shuffling through my iPod yesterday, trying to create a Christmas music playlist, I saw I had downloaded Tito El Bambino's Christmas hit, Feliz Navidad.  Cue the Wayne and Garth flashback sound effect here Late Wednesday, October 28, 2009 I arrived in Puerto Rico for what would be almost a year of reconnecting with culture, family, language,… Continue reading Flashback: Puerto Rico, Tito El Bambino and Feliz Navidad

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How a 3rd grader changed my life

Although I spent my teenage years participating in volunteer projects at church and school, the story of how I became a passionate advocate for volunteer work didn't begin until I was a young adult. In 1995, at the age of 24 my place of employment offered any interested employee the opportunity to spend three hours… Continue reading How a 3rd grader changed my life

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Flashback- late ’70s

I popped in the 8-track (did I really say 8-track?),  held a hairbrush up to my mouth, and lost myself in dreams of being a member of La Pandilla. Singing was the only means of expression that didn't cause anxiety in the shy little girl that I was. I was five and it's a memory that… Continue reading Flashback- late ’70s

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Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack

I was 15 that hot summer. It was the kind of hot Chicago summer that makes its residents start wishing for the Fall and wondering why they ever complained about winter. Stepping outside for just a few minutes could leave you drenched in a pool of sweat. Staying inside was usually a punishment, the results… Continue reading Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack

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The write stuff: Life in words

I received my first journal as a gift at the age of 11, just months after my family moved from Chicago to a suburb of Salt Lake City, Utah. It had a rough, grainy cover and it was red, my favorite color. I named it Scarlett. I don't remember having an interest in the art… Continue reading The write stuff: Life in words

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Oh teenage angst…

I am looking through the journals I kept as a teenager—there are many—and I found the following poem I wrote when I was 17. You Did Care I trusted you once and with that came the pain I should've known better than to trust you again. I was blinded by my love for you, I… Continue reading Oh teenage angst…