The Mamí Chronicles: A letter to my daughter on her 3rd birthday

I have been writing to you since the day I learned I was pregnant. I have an entire journal documenting every single day of my pregnancy with you. When you born I wrote you a letter on your birthday. Last year I did the same thing. Writing is what I do and it is my way of documenting my life and legacy. You are a part of my legacy. So today I am following tradition and writing you a letter on what is and always will be the most important day of my life. Continue reading The Mamí Chronicles: A letter to my daughter on her 3rd birthday

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The Mamí Chronicles: A letter to my daughter on her 2nd birthday (July 27, 2014)

July 27, 2014   Today is your birthday. There was no big party this year just a small and intimate celebration with your grandparents, aunt, uncle, and cousins. We spent it with the people who love and care for you most. As I sit in your dark bedroom rocking you to sleep, your tiny hands hang flaccidly against your side as you nestle your body … Continue reading The Mamí Chronicles: A letter to my daughter on her 2nd birthday (July 27, 2014)

The Mamí Chronicles: A Letter to My Daughter on her 1st Birthday

July 27, 2013 It feels like I waited a lifetime for you and by other’s standards I have. I was 35 when you were born. Most of my friends’ kids are already teenagers and here I am celebrating your first birthday. There are times when it all still seems so surreal to me. I feel like I am in the best dream that one day … Continue reading The Mamí Chronicles: A Letter to My Daughter on her 1st Birthday

Remembering a Brother

When I was 16 I lost one of the closest people in my life. At the age of 15 my cousin was murdered at point blank range when an altercation with another kid escalated out of control. Today he would have celebrated his 33rd birthday and I can’t help but wonder if his murderer, only a child at the time as well, ever thinks about the life that he took. I wonder if he is remorseful. I wonder if he ever thinks about the little girl who had to grow up without her father. I wonder if he ever asks himself “Was it really worth it?” Continue reading Remembering a Brother