I’m not Instagram famous. I can’t sing, I guess you can say I know how to dance. I don’t do makeup tutorials on social media/YouTube because I can only manage putting on lipstick. I don’t have a one hit wonder clothing line. I am a mom to a boy who’s going through his terrible two’s phase and my four year old daughter who is discovering … Continue reading Little Fish in a Big Ocean
The beauty of it was the triumph. Of course there was still obstacles to overcome, but the love they had for one another was stronger than one could fathom. It was the true definition of a love story. The passion in his voice when he spoke of her, the butterflies she got as if it were the first time. It made others yearn for something … Continue reading The Color of Love
I was born and raised in a small town known as the Lower East Side, of Manhattan that is. Filled with reconstruction, project buildings, Dominican hair salons, mom and pop shops. This is pretty much all I’ve ever known. Twenty three years. I spent probably two to three years at some point living in New London Connecticut when I was young but that didn’t last … Continue reading Walk In My shoes
I haven’t wrote in a while because I can’t find the words. Or maybe it’s because I can’t figure out which issue to start with first that’s stored in this thing I call a brain. Work, school, my relationship, parenting, and my personality. Honestly, they’re all out of wack. It’s me. It has to be. I’m okay with that I guess. Of course I’m open … Continue reading Where do I start?
They’re a writer just like me… so what separates me from them? Nothing in particular but everything. Yes. Every single thing about me makes me different, and my writing is my product. I birthed it sometime around the age of ten. Of course at that time, it was juvenile thoughts about how unfair time-out is or trying to figure out how many best friends I … Continue reading Pieces Of Me
Crawl out of that cave of denial. Dust your shoulders off and hold your head high. Stop reducing yourself to a person you are not and represent the woman you are. That broken, loving, Insecure, vulnerable yet willing woman. Willing to learn, willing to lose, willing to hurt, willing to gain, willing to experience. Don’t cover up your flaws. Wear them proudly. Don’t deny your … Continue reading I Am Broken & Whole. I Am Me
Sent a message knowing there would be no response… Words left untold are sometimes the most crucial ones. I wanted to let you know that I miss you and I love you even more than before. I toss and turn late at night because you’re not holding me I Hope and pray for everything that we used to be I look at old pictures over … Continue reading Dear Bla…