Motherless daughters.

I have no recollection of my mother the years before I left the United States at the age of three. I only remember parts of the flight to Madrid and entering what would be my home for the next couple of decades. My grandmother and grandfather greeted us, and I can still hear my grandmother shout “¡Dios mio!” […]

Read More…

What love is not.

I’m in no way an expert in love, but I do know what hasn’t worked for me, or what I’ve seen in other relationships that hasn’t worked either. In this light, I am well aware that certain things don’t fall into the category of love.

Read More…

The stranger.

I’m sitting on the bus trying to hold my tears back. My eyes are still swollen from the early morning cry. I’m feeling lost and deeply sad. I then notice there is a handsome man next to me. He looks my way and I, in turn, look away searching clumsily for my earphones and start listening […]

Read More…

How to survive the blues by not engaging.

We all have those days that are bleak and blue. They hit you inadvertently, for no reason or sometimes with reason, yet you can prepare for those days. Once you know yourself well, and what you tend to do that will only spiral you deeper down into the dark abyss, with practice you can make […]

Read More…

My epitaph…

What would you like your epitaph to be? Maybe, by thinking about it and putting it into as few characters as a tweet, it may help put your life into perspective. I know what mine would be and it goes back to when I was 27 years old. 

Read More…