Work and hugs
There is nothing like a purposeful life. We all have our own drives, which we only discover in time. Mine are simple. A job I enjoy tremendously and the love of a pup. That’s all I need.
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How I lost my anger.
I learned the art of not becoming angry at a high price. Nothing is free and even less the lessons we learn. When we change it isn’t normally because we will ourselves to. Change comes about from either a traumatic experience or one that shatters our core so much that we are forever changed. In my […]
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On love and finding closure.
Closure is a term that implies finality. It marks the ending of an important part of your life; a relationship, a job, a stage or an addiction. It may be a very painful to move on and come to terms with the closing of a chapter in life. Reaching closure is hard because you need […]
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A note about and to my father
My father took full responsibility for my sister and myself when he could have given up and run for the hills. He didn’t, he took us with him, saving our lives and giving us two worlds and two languages, the very tools that have become our weapons to navigate life.
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Follow your heart, it will let you know if it’s right for you
They say we cannot will ourselves to do something if the heart isn’t in it. I’m afraid we can, but the results are often disastrous.
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How to find love
Love is not really hidden anywhere. Love is everywhere and you can feel it anytime you want. You just have to tune in and refocus your expectations and redefine what love means, which isn’t only romantic love.
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Undeniable loneliness
As a child, I would often run very high fevers, especially when we went to the movies. It was absolute coincidence, yet my Dad started to fear taking me to the theatre at all. I don’t remember the pain I was in, but I do remember how my Dad and grandmother cared for me. The […]
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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!” […]
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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.
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When defeated souls meet.
Like bookends, they sat on a bench, each at opposite corners. Strangers, they were, by chance in the same park at the same time. They both had stories, maybe not to tell, but unlike books, they both had unfinished endings.
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On Life, Hope y todo lo demás... 