As of today it's been four months since I've had a Red Bull. To understand why the the 27th of December, 2012 is an important date to commemorate is to know the following: I've tried to give up my Red Bull habit more than 5 times since I started drinking them in 2006 After 2006… Continue reading Finding ‘wings’: Life after a 4-can-a-day Red Bull habit
One of the greatest things about life is that it's sometimes surprising. A great example of that are the people who come in and out of your life. One minute you're meeting someone new, and a year and a dozen cups of coffee later, you have a dear friend. Such is the case for my… Continue reading From traveling the world to ensuring its access to education
A new friend who writes here took on the challenge of writing something, anything for 30 days during the month of April: National Poetry Month. I thought it would make for an interesting challenge so I decided to take it on as well, though I am five days late. I got a few of our… Continue reading I ♥ NYC!
In the fall of 2003 I had the opportunity to travel to Spain for 10 days. Having grown up with the last name Juliá, not a common Puerto Rican name to be sure, I'd been told that it had its roots in Spain and France and though Spanish was just one part of those roots,… Continue reading ‘Cause I’m a gypsy…
My mind is way too all-over-the-place right now to even attempt writing. Well, I've attempted it, but it's not working out right now. So instead of words, I will share my memories of a beautiful place called Caguas, Puerto Rico. The town I hold dear to my hear as it holds my family and many… Continue reading My Caguas, Puerto Rico
As I spend more time in Puerto Rico I learn a little more about my roots from my Dad's stories. My last name Juliá (notice the accent on the a) has Spanish and French roots. Though we've never done much genealogy work my Dad has said that for years. When I traveled to Spain in… Continue reading (Not So) Wordless Wednesday- Roots
I am lost, left wandering in this unfamiliar place wondering if I will ever fit in. But must I fit in if I am made to be me, to stand out? This indecision, this confusion they are overwhelming me; attacking my soul, taking over my spirit, creating a me I don't want to be. The… Continue reading Confusion