Mi Vida Loca

Diggin’ mis raices: Two countries, two languages, and one lost girl

I was born in upstate New York,  in the city of Rochester to be exact. My parents moved back to Puerto Rico soon after my first birthday, and I  spent my early, formative years there. The culture and language of my country was just as much a part of who I was and was becoming,… Continue reading Diggin’ mis raices: Two countries, two languages, and one lost girl

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Mi Vida Loca

31 years late: A life without my Dad

My Dad doesn't say much on a day to day basis. Days go by and all of his spoken words combined equal a paragraph...maybe. He doesn't say much, but he sings. BOY does he sing. He has a love for old, romantic ballads and belts them out with such passion that you barely notice that… Continue reading 31 years late: A life without my Dad