Have you ever sat in silence? Absolute silence? Yeah, me neither, but that’s what I’ve been learning to do over the last few weeks. 2013 has most definitely been off to a bit of a rough start. There’s only one event of 2013 that has really shaken me to the core. . .
It was a 1996 July summer afternoon at my family’s town home (my first home) in Wauchula, Florida. I’m not sure where everyone else was as I sat on our brown carpet perfectly aligned with the big television set that had only a limited number of channels – most of which became snow when the… Continue Reading My Beautiful Diamonds
As a Latina, the memories I treasure most all revolve around one significant aspect of any Latin/Hispanic household: food. Tortillas de harina (flour tortillas) and fajitas de carne asada (beef fajitas) always wait for me when I return to my parent’s home in our small country town. The tortillas are wrapped snugly in a kitchen… Continue Reading This Is What Nostalgia Tastes Like
For the past few months, I have been struggling with picking up my pen and helping it kiss the blank pages of my notebook. . .well, I’ve been struggling with allowing my fingers to dance over the keys of this board, too. I spend far too much time at work stringing together the right set… Continue Reading Excuses
So, here I am. It is just shy of 5 a.m. and I have been awake for about two hours – simply one of those nights. Oh, and it’s my 22nd birthday! For the past two hours I stared at my ceiling fan rotate lazily, walked around my humble casita seeing if there was anything I overlooked… Continue Reading 22 Years. . .One Lesson