Hola Chulas y Chulos! My chancla and I have been having a rough week. I for one feel like I have taken quite the paliza from life. My husband had emergency surgery for an internal hernia last Thursday. All the worry, crying and nursing has left me spent. Regardless, my chancla and I do have a few things to share with you for this week’s
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It’s that time of the week when I like to make some Wednesday Wishes. It’s how I tell the Universe what it is that I want and I want to encourage you do to the same because ain’t no one makin’ wishes on your behalf, you gots to do it yourself. I said it before and I’ll say it forever: “The Universe is abundant.” Giving
The older I get the less shame I feel about things that are supposedly “shameful” and good riddance. Here are just a few shameful things about me that I feel absolutely no shame for: 1. I grew up on welfare. Off and on my single mother needed help to raise my brother and me. I’m not ashamed and I wasn’t back then either. I am
Remember my brother, the heroin addict? He left his family (wife and 5 year old son) to go to rehab and get better. He came back after 6 months. I knew he was back, but honestly had no desire to talk to him. Why? Because even after 6 months of rehab, I felt skeptical. When I finally did speak to him, I still felt skeptical.
My brother is a drug addict. He isn’t much of anything else. He isn’t much of a man. He isn’t much of a father. He isn’t much of a husband. He is an excellent liar. He has been a drug addict for more than half of his almost 32 years. None of it comes as a surprise anymore. None of it. And yet sometimes, I’m
At Single Mam NYC, I read about how my wonderful bloggy gemela “twin” (we’re like twins from different mothers) would love to find a way to alleviate the heartache that her son experiences because of the lack of consistency and dependability from his father. Wouldn’t it be great if we could spare children from this particular heartbreak? Oh Gemela, I love you and I know
Art is amazing! It has made my life so much better. Let me explain. My younger brother is visiting with his son and my mother. My brother was the first love of my life. He has brought me so much joy and he has also brought me immeasurable pain. He is a recovering heroin addict. My brother can have long conversations with you about anything