Usually, when a home-team goes on a winning streak, or starts to have a good season after a particularly bad or slow one, people jump on the "fan bandwagon". All of a sudden, everyone is a fanatic, going to La Carreta with pots and pans in the middle of the night to celebrate a big … Continue reading Bandwagon
The First Tears of the Year
Today, I saw the first tears of the year. Not mine, although I shed them pretty easily these days. Pregnant = a tad Emotional. They were my father's. I have only seen my father shed tears a few times. One of the more memorable times was my wedding day. It was almost time to walk … Continue reading The First Tears of the Year
A Happy Meal?
Several months ago, I took my daughter to Mcdonald's after a doctor's visit. (Probably NOT the healthiest option, but it made her smile after getting some routine bloodwork.) It's not called a Happy Meal for nothing. She unpacked her happy meal, chicken nuggets, fries, and a cheeseburger with no pickles. Using the fries as teeth, … Continue reading A Happy Meal?
Recently my daughter's teacher asked me if we go to church? My son and daughter attend a private Christian School, and I wondered hesitantly if she was asking because one of them had done something wrong. But then I thought, I do go to church everday. Every morning when I wake up and thank God … Continue reading Church
No saber es no entender.
Hoy participe en un evento para la comunidad-El Poder de Saber. Un evento desarollado por Telemundo y apoyado en parte por la cadena de tiendas Valsan. Se repartieron mas de 1,100 mochilas llenas de materiales escolares para niños de sexto a doceavo grado. El evento enfocaba en estudiantes de estas edades, en particular, porque a … Continue reading No saber es no entender.
What follows is the story of an anonymous girl. We will file it under fiction, because it must be, fiction. More people should tell their stories. ************ Years later, everyone smiled as if nothing had happened, as if she had kept her secret. Her heart sank each time. She did not wish him ill, but … Continue reading Anonymous Pain
Valsan was born in the back-room of a bodega 67 years ago. My grandfather had several bodegas in Cuba circa 1940s. My father often retells the story of how he was born on a sack of sugar in the back of one said bodega. My grandmother, who worked quietly and faithfully by my grandfather Jose's … Continue reading Perpetual Intern
If you utilize any form of social media, then it's very likely you have encountered the Grumpy Cat meme. But...I bet you've never seen the Pity Cat meme... Ok. That is a really cute, sad kitty, but we all KNOW a Pity Cat. They thrive off your pity and NEED your attention. Yet, rather than … Continue reading Pity Cat
"Mommy, can I ask you something?" Sofia begins 5-6 conversations a day with that question. "Sure," I say, quickly pondering what outrageous interrogation will ensue. "Is it hard to be a Mommy?" This was the second time in the past week that she had asked me. The first time, I responded with a lot of … Continue reading The Jackpot
Quality versus Quantity
Every morning, without fail, my two year old asks, "Mommy, you going to work?" She looks up at me with those big brown droopy eyes, and frowns with genuine concern. It breaks my heart every time I answer, "Yes, Vicky." I feel guilty to leave her when she pleads: "I wanna stay with you", "I … Continue reading Quality versus Quantity