September 2006 I lay in bed next to my husband. Tears streamed quietly down my face, until choking them back became unbearable, and I began to sob. Startled, he muted the game and turned to me. “Babe, what’s wrong?” And I didn't know until the words started coming out. “I don’t know why I’m crying. … Continue reading Pink or The Blues?
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.
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
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
Once upon a time... there was a social network called MySpace. Yes, you remember. Think back, back, back. If you see yourself in diapers, you've gone too far. In a way, MySpace was like a social network in diapers. Just 5-6 years ago MySpace was thee space to be. I worked on my page feverishly … Continue reading The Scientific Method
My son and oldest daughter drew these pictures of me. You may have guessed my 4 year old boy, Gaby, drew the one on the left. "Mommy, it's you. You have 14 legs." If you count, there are actually fifteen tentacles, which is good because that means I've got at least one arm. I look … Continue reading Tentacles
As I lay in bed last night by my husband, fully clothed (this is relevant later), iPad propped up on my knees while I worked on this blog, my iPhone vibrated. It was my turn to roll in Dice with Buddies. Is this what relationships have come to...electronic conversations and gaming, side by side with … Continue reading Move Over, Me