Finding Myself
One blog post at a time.
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The loud noise starts inside me, and like a missile, it heads straight toward my little children. My chest fills with air and exhales screams of desperation and frustration. For silly reasons — playing with my plant’s dirt, not staying quiet when I say so — my rage ignites.When I…
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Wife
I was raised by nuns. They called it the Christian Home, built back in 1918 by Father José Daniel Carmona to shelter lost girls who’d…
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Birth
I was consumed by jealousy. All the other mothers were pacing, holding their big bellies, happily anticipating their turns to go into labor. Not me.…
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Motherhood
Sucks I wanted to say this in Spanish, but it just didn’t have the same je ne sais quoi I was looking for. The power,…
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