Election season is OVER but pumpkin season is not. It’s a lonely season for a non-pumpkin lover like me, but this year I made an effort to put myself out there. I started to flirt with pumpkin. After several encounters, I finally found a few things that are not only tolerable, but I could see myself having a future with…. View Post
One source of tension in my marriage revolves around the cultural differences between my and Seth’s families. You can’t tell by looking at me, or even speaking to me, but I am the daughter of immigrant parents. Both my mother and father were born in Cuba and came to the United States before I was born. Knowing they would never… View Post
A big part of my youth was spent doing things with the Young Women’s organization. One of my favorites was camp. It was five days in the great outdoors filled with skits, water balloon volleyball, pranks, good people, and lots of “this is going to be a story to tell” in the making. There were several constants that you knew… View Post
To the Mother Crying in the Corner, I can imagine what’s going through your mind. Its 9PM and you’re just now feeding your kids their dinner. The restaurant is empty but somehow everyone is staring. Your baby can’t be more than three-months old and she’s scream-crying. After politely trying to get your kids to stop jumping and trying to run… View Post
Miami is a busy city. I wouldn’t call it a “concrete jungle”, New York has called that name, it’s more like concrete and paradise overgrowing into one another’s personal space. It’s wild, diverse, bustling, and beautiful. But the boundary for concrete ends where the Redlands begin. There are farms, fruit stands, and land, acres and acres of green. Among those acres is The… View Post