I’d wake from my sleep and find her in her room standing in her crib, eyes wide open and full of tears. When I’d reach out to hold her or console her the screaming and crying got worse. It was as if she’d seen a monster and I was it. It was the most terrifying thing I’d ever experienced. As her mother, my first instinct was to try and soothe her, but everything I did just made it worse. Continue reading (The Mamí Chronicles) Night Terrors, Toddlers, & What you should know
A while ago in a writing workshop I was asked what my origin story is. Initially I didn’t have an answer. After giving it some thought, I realized everything I witnessed as a child has influenced my writing. My desire to write comes from the things I wished my grandmother, my mother, even I would have said all those times we conceded to our husbands. I realized that I write so that I never lose my voice or power. I write so that my daughter does not repeat the cycle. Continue reading Traditional gender roles, marriage, and the reason I write
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)
Dear Fear, There are days that I don’t think about you at all. You hide yourself well often appearing when I least expect it. I see you in my baby girl’s smiling eyes I hear you in her coos I feel you in her embrace I smell you in her scent, as I hold her tightly while she tugs gently on my face Knowing that … Continue reading Writing Prompt: Dear Fear..
A few years ago I wrote a poem titled The Chosen which spoke of my struggle to conceive. It was probably the most personal poem I’ve ever written. With the birth of my beautiful daughter I felt that it was necessary to write a follow-up poem because I have finally been chosen to be a mother. These past five months have been the best five months of … Continue reading The Chosen (Part 2)
“The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.” ~Rajneesh I came across that quote a couple of years ago when I first started writing my book, Welcome to Heartbreak. I found it to be simple, beautiful, and honest. For me it symbolized the feeling of motherhood, a feeling … Continue reading Reborn
Not everyone is lucky enough to have that special bond with the woman that gave them life or that nurtured and encouraged them. And sometimes the woman that gave you life may not be the same person that has committed to loving and taking care of you but that doesn’t make them any less your mom. I wrote this for my mom, my sister and … Continue reading Unconditional Love
Not everyone is lucky enough to have that special bond with the woman that gave them life and that nurtured and encouraged them. Sometimes the woman that gave you life may not be the same person that has committed to loving and taking care of you but that doesn’t make them any less your mom. I wrote this for my mom, my sister and all … Continue reading Unconditional Love