One of my favorite things to do when my mind isn't feeling well is watch videos on the SoulPancake YouTube Channel. One day, someone shared what is still one of my favorites, A Pep Talk from Kid President, and then I saw My Last Days: Meet Zach Sobiech (warning, you WILL need tissues), and I was hooked.… Continue reading “Your Temporary Circumstances Don’t Have to Become Your Permanent Identity”
As a child of divorce, I’ve always felt that there are many things that I missed out on due to my parents’ separation, especially because it was across two countries. Mom moved us all to Chicago, while my Dad stayed in our house in Puerto Rico. On the list of things I missed, there was… Continue reading Divorce: Repairing the broken branches of the family tree
My very proper Mom recently told me that being married was overrated and I should just find someone—anyone—to father her unborn grandchildren. “I’m not getting any younger and neither are you!” may have been her exact words. As I stated in a past blog, La anti-Latina, I am an anomaly; a single, childless Latina in her… Continue reading Do you have Baby(less) mama drama?
I recently returned from living in Puerto Rico where I spent time getting to know my island, my family and my culture. My experience there only confirmed what I’ve always known: I love everything about being a Puerto Rican Latina. I love the fact that almost any occasion turns into a party the minute someone… Continue reading Anti-Latina: When you’re not Latina enough
Originally published in 2007 The train came out of the tunnel and I looked out to see the dark clouds. Fear came over me as I remembered that I didn't have an umbrella. I hoped that I would make it to my station before the rain began, but there it was, that first drop on… Continue reading “Some people feel the rain, others just get wet”
I was a spoiled child the first few years of my life, at least where material things were concerned. When my parents divorced and my Mom moved us to Chicago. In addition to my parents' marriage, gone were the pretty custom dresses and elaborate birthday parties. In their place were trips to the thrift store… Continue reading Making Mom happy and my thrift store find
Camilo Sesto and Roberto Carlos, both balladeers that were as much a part of my childhood as my Wonder Woman doll. My Puerto Rican parents preferred ballads over Salsa and Merengue, and those songs defined my early years. In fact, Roberto Carlos' Yo Quiero Apenas was somehow to me the Spanish version of Coke's I'd like… Continue reading Life lessons with a Salsa beat