My very proper Mom recently told me that being married was overrated and I should just find someone—anyone—to father her unborn grandchildren. “I’m not getting any younger and neither are you!” may have been her exact words. As I stated in a past blog, La anti-Latina, I am an anomaly; a single, childless Latina in her … Continue reading Do you have Baby(less) mama drama?
The best life lessons are learned by dancing
I was a little kid in the late '70s, early '80s when Disco was king. My older sister, only the age of what we today would call a tween, was too grown for words and loved all the cool things of the time. She loved Disco, she loved to dance, and I was her partner. … Continue reading The best life lessons are learned by dancing
On love and the impulsive girl…
I’m impulsive; extremely so. I am the person they target when they place those little “last minute” items by store registers. I fall for it almost every single time. I’d say that 99% of the time I embrace my impulsive nature and see it as one of my most endearing qualities. It’s what helped me … Continue reading On love and the impulsive girl…
Add some charm to your wine and help Easter Seals too
When I moved into my new apartment a year ago I found a little surprise left on my kitchen counter. It was a beautiful, personalized wine bottle charm that read "Libby's Reserve" from my landlord, Marjorie. I was beyond touched with her gracious gift, and though I rarely drink at home, I went right out … Continue reading Add some charm to your wine and help Easter Seals too
My gypsy life: Two countries, four cities, 35 places I’ve called ‘home’
As I was walking today I realized I was near one of the many streets I lived on while growing up in Chicago. I've talked about my gypsy life before, but I had never actually counted how many places I've lived in my 41 years on this earth. Turns out it's right about at 35. … Continue reading My gypsy life: Two countries, four cities, 35 places I’ve called ‘home’
Speaking Spanish is just like riding a bike?
Originally published as "At a Loss for Words" at Being Latino Online Magazine At the age of 7 ½ my parents decided to separate and Mami packed up my three siblings and me, and we left Puerto Rico; Chicago bound. I had graduated first grade just a few months before and had confidently learned to … Continue reading Speaking Spanish is just like riding a bike?
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