In six days I’ll be on the dreaded red eye flight with my eye mask, headphones, playlist, blanket, travel pillow and luggage strap (that I wrap around my legs so they don’t relax and cause my knees to ache).  After five years of flying through the night every two months, I’ve got this down. But…

I’ve noticed lately, on my regular visits to Senderos de Amor, that I’ve seen this face too often between windowpanes. Castigadoed. Punished. He’s a good kid. He’s bright, funny, and playful. Which makes me question why he’s punished so often. I mean, I’ve known for a while the many reasons WHY he’s being punished. Such as, […]

When my sister and I had birthday parties as kids, the other one was always allowed to invite a friend. For me, it meant not feeling left out while my ~*super cool*~ older sister was with her friends doing ~*super … Continue reading

Two years ago, as we both looked down on these two Yami says, “Look at these two blessings.” Blessings? I think.  Blessing was the furthest thing from my mind.  I was thinking about how both moms are younger than 20 years old.  That one of these baby girl’s fathers is dead and the other is…

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