Mi Vida Loca

The self-indulgence of words

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

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Divorce: Repairing the broken branches of the family tree

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

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Taboo of tattoos: Memories, regrets, and Moms

It was October 2009; I had quit my job and was just 10 short days away from a move to Puerto Rico, when my two best friends and I got matching tattoos. It was something we had discussed just a few weeks earlier—as adult women will do when imbibing one too many cocktails. It would… Continue reading Taboo of tattoos: Memories, regrets, and Moms

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Nothing like a little sibling rivalry

“We found you in the alley and felt so bad for you, we decided to adopt you,” was the line my siblings and I used on each other regularly as we were growing up.  No one actually believed it, yet the person who was being told they had been adopted always responded, “Shut up, no… Continue reading Nothing like a little sibling rivalry