It will never be the same

I don’t think we ever truly recover from a loss. There is, however, a road to slow recovery from the acute pain that follows it. We go through stages, skip some and probably go back to square one, just like a dance. I’m coping with mine, my own way, because there isn’t one right perfect […]

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Losing my grandmother

My dad and I made sure we went into the hospital room together. My family had decided we should go in pairs all the time, where we spent most of the day holding onto my abuelita who raised me and my other three siblings, myself since the age of two. My grandmother had been in […]

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We are both stuck

My niece has a beautiful Instagram feed called @alexia_is_stuck where she at 14, shares her thoughts and inspiration as an introvert. I really get her name, especially now. She is young and feels stuck. I’m 52 and feel kind of the same way. Stuck in a world where empaths and introverts suffer most. Today, I too […]

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Was I ever really married?

After an evening out with friends sharing laughs, inner demons, and philosophical chat I  came back home to find a letter from some Diocese letting me know that my ex-husband is getting married in the Catholic Church. It was no surprise, he had already told me, – thank God for text- yet, this letter made […]

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Who am I?

As one of Murakami’s characters in Men without Women says after pondering about his successful career and his love affairs with women, if all that is taken away from him, he asks himself, “Who am I?” And this, as the school year comes to an end today with a mixture of both happiness and sadness, […]

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When there’s no escape

Struggle keeps us alert and on our toes, but when life becomes too unbearable and we find there’s no escape because the trauma it will cause will break too many people’s hearts, you have to find meaning even when you feel there’s isn’t any left. Sometimes the feeling comes in waves, some small, undetectable, and […]

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Los besos no son contratos

“Después de un tiempo, uno aprende la sutil diferencia entre sostener una mano y encadenar un alma. Y uno aprende que el amor no significa acostarse, y que una compañía no significa seguridad, y uno empieza a aprender… Que los besos no son contratos y los regalos no son promesas, y uno empieza a aceptar […]

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Waiting

We die while waiting to get that promotion, that perfect life, that wonderful home, that perfect relationship, that unexpected e-mail, that moment that will change our lives around and make us profoundly happy forever after. However, more often than not, those things never materialize while we end up wasting away our lives in the wait. Some […]

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