What a weird saying, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Apparently it “became popular at the turn of the twentieth century, and originated in New York tenements. Tenements were usually poorly constructed, crowded apartment buildings. A resident could certainly hear his upstairs neighbor dropping his shoes on the floor as he took them off … More When the other shoe drops…
Let us start by clearly stating I am not an expert in the field or topic. This is mere opinion. I know most people talk about subjects online as if they are subject matter experts but being mad at your parents for not “gentle parenting” does not make you an expert (sorry, not sorry). Health.com … More Generational Trauma…?
Tiny human is three years old. She is smart, quick, clever, tall, active, inquisitive, and beautiful. But she refuses to potty train. When I use the word “refuse” it is not with exaggeration. She knows how to hold it when she has to. She knows how to pull down the training paints. She knows how … More The pain of the pressure. The battle of the bathroom.
This week, the Lord has been testing me. I am most definitely being challenged in a way that I was not anticipating nor prepared for. As many of you know, I am very overprotective of my tiny human. In a world of pandemics and lunatics, it is us against the world (with our tribe of … More Testing me…
I take being a mother very seriously. It is a challenging and beautiful experience that carries very real responsibility and consequences. Because of how deeply I try to honor this role with my heart and soul, I struggle to understand those who take it for granted or worse… There is someone who I recently had … More Mommy dearest…
Today on this throwback Thursday I am thinking of the treatment I receive from those around me regarding my tattoos, and the truth surrounding their origins. People comment on my tattoos a lot. They ask what they mean, if they hurt, or simply tell me they love the colors. But it is not always reactions … More Rainbow armor, scars, and stories.
Us Latinos have our own version of “the talk.” You know the one. The unfortunate conversation every Black parent has to have with their child. The talk about the way the world around perceives you. The disadvantages. And worst of all, the fears and caution to be used with those around – including police and … More We also have “the talk”…
When people try to use blood relation as an excuse for forgiveness, my go-to response is, “Hitler had relatives. Being uncle Hitler doesn’t mean you have to love him.” Not all our relatives are good. And not all our relatives are good to us. Some are selectively kind, some are backstabbers, and some are varying … More Good natured predator.
There’s a well known saying, “don’t poke the bear,” which is used to refer to a bad temper (Madadook, if you will). People said it about me and I used to be embarrassed by it. At one point, I pretended to embrace it, but inside it truly hurt my feelings and I would cry because … More Don’t poke the f**king bear.
I’ve decided that the Babadook can’t be a standalone character in my version of him. The original, of course, is a monster from the book, Monster, by Jennifer Kent (who also wrote the screenplay and directed the movie, The Babadook. While I refer to the Babadook as the monster inside my head who is always … More Babadook’s sister, Madadook…