Growing up with the name Wylbia ( Pronounced- Will be ah) Juliá, I had dreams of having a more common Puerto Rican name. Anything would’ve worked.
The emotional Walk to End Alzheimer’s
Life and Family I don't remember much about my paternal grandmother, Abuela Julin. I've been told she and my maternal grandmother, Maria, were almost my namesakes. I would've been either Maria Julia or Julia Maria, last name Juliá. But, having been only 7 or younger the last time I saw her, I don't have any memories of … Continue reading The emotional Walk to End Alzheimer’s
When you’re saying the long goodbye: World Alzheimer’s Month
What do you know about Alzheimer's? These are just some of the statistics about Alzheimer’s and other types of dementia, according to the new report, 2013 Alzheimer’s Disease Facts and Figures. As staggering as the facts may be, they don’t even begin to cover the day to day reality of caring for someone with Alzheimer’s. Caring … Continue reading When you’re saying the long goodbye: World Alzheimer’s Month
5 things that should not be left unsaid
It was late summer/early fall of 2002. My younger sister had been in the hospital for weeks and the doctors were unable to tell us why. She’d given birth prematurely to my nephew, and had slipped further into whatever it was that was making her sick, making her eventual recovery require the relearning of things … Continue reading 5 things that should not be left unsaid
The accidental feminist
I was 8 years old when my mom introduced our family to the Mormon missionaries she had run into one day on the way up the stairs in our apartment building. By that age, I'd already attended services in a variety of churches in Puerto Rico so Mom's proclivity for trying new religions was not particularly … Continue reading The accidental feminist
The self-indulgence of words
Last week, hours after publishing and sharing the post, Love letter to my body, I saw a friend. At that moment, my mind was on the task at hand, so I was confused when he made a comment about me and my body. He was joking? Poking fun at me? I wasn't sure what. Moments … Continue reading The self-indulgence of words
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