Photo by burak kostak on Pexels.com I’m here now. Please, take my hand. We were good together once. We can be again. You always were more stubborn than me, but now I’m the one who isn’t giving up. We vowed we would be together forever. I know I broke that promise once, but…
My people have made this long journey numerous times, spanning many generations. This year, the invigorated group consists of approximately forty to fifty teenagers, ranging in ages thirteen to sixteen. The pilgrimage is led by Abuela Edna, a sixty-five year old stout woman who is as strong as she looks. She’s not everyone’s grandmother, but…
Throughout the holiday season, I’m often torn between the tug of Christmases past, and the desire to immerse myself in creating new memories with those loved ones who are still by my side. While it is one of the busiest times of the year, it is also a time of reflection. Each song, each gift,…
“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” “Yes, I do! You’re the one who’s wrong!” “No, I know I’m right, so just leave me alone.” “I’m not even listening to you anymore. I don’t care what you say because I know you’re wrong.” My kids’ argument drowns out the radio as I turn the…
“We extend a special welcome to those who are single, married, divorced, gay, and filthy rich or dirt poor. And to those who are crying newborns, skinny as a rail, or who could afford to lose a few pounds. We welcome you if you can sing like Barbara Streisand or like our priest, who can’t…
He wasn’t a big fan of his birthday, but he sure enjoyed celebrating life. He was the first to turn on some music, call friends and family to join him, and cook something up to share with all his loved ones. I’ve never met someone who enjoyed having a house full of friends and family…
“He’s such an external processor. His presence on social media is basically every tiny detail of his life. It’s extremely annoying.” I overheard this statement recently, and it stuck with me. It got me wondering whether I am an external processor or an internal processor? We all process information differently. Some people need to talk…
I waited for his response, filled with hope that the words he directed at me would be the ones I wanted to hear. “It’s seasonal.” His polite tone didn’t soften the blow. Disappointment consumed me. I never imagined a Costco employee could stir up such emotion in me, but that is exactly what he did when…
Hope bursts through the toughest soil. Slowly it covers the ground in its infinite ploy to reach those thirsty souls which have been covered in layers of soil. Watch and wait for life to find its way to the surface once more. Souls blinded in darkness for so long crave the light…
“I love the way you see the world.” His words took me by surprise. I leaned back in my seat and looked over at him. “What do you mean?” “You have a way of looking at things that displays your enthusiasm for all the world to see. Yet, you have no idea because you’re so…
LITTLE MISS WORDY 