Tag: strength
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Are you on pause?
What does waiting feel like to you? We wait in lines We wait in cars We wait in trains, buses, street corners We wait on decisions We wait on the news We wait on results We wait for breakfast, lunch, and dinner We wait for plans to be made Every…
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Shards…
I often wondered how many of us are walking around with shards in our hearts that we simply can’t talk about because it just hurts too much. I understand that pain. I am learning to soften the scars left behind by the shards that ripped through my heart. I am…
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Truth be told…
I have been holding my breath since March! I have been trying to see the glass half-full. Look for the silver lining. Wait for joy to come in the morning. Sense the peace in the midst of the storm and believe the sun will come out tomorrow! …and it’s been…
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Digital Fatigue…
Several days ago I was asked to join some girlfriends on Zoom to “just talk” and I took a hard pass. I thought I’d never say this, but I am officially experiencing digital fatigue. Everything that I must access is currently found on the Information Highway otherwise known as the…
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I am no longer asking for permission…
All my life, I’ve made measured decisions. Is this a good idea? Will it be disrespectful? Will I hurt someone’s feelings? Will I be judged? Will they stop being my friend? Am I talented enough? Will I be pretty enough? Will I be smart enough? Will I be respected? Will…
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When stillness leads to shock and awe…
Have you ever sat still enough to contemplate where life has brought you? What your decisions have taught you? How life is working out for you? Have you considered the relationships in your life? Have you sat still enough to think about the world, nation, and community around you? I…
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Just when you think no one is watching…they are.
She placed my life in perspective with these words. “…I beg to differ… It might not have been a strong year in the ways you may have hoped for it to be strong, but you and Tio damn sure have become stronger. You chose to walk in forgiveness with a…
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Take off the mask…
Depression: “feelings of severe despondency and dejection.” I was depressed, and I didn’t even know it. I never liked the word “depressed.” I said I was at peace, but I was actually numb – The hurt was so grave I didn’t know what else to do but to mask it…
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Wonder Woman….
As a child, I have always loved Wonder Woman. I have countless images dressed like her! There was no one like Lynda Carter and her twirl and gold cuffs. Now as we walk into this new generation of Wonder Woman -I have come to understand and believe that … We…
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“Silent Witness”
The year was 1966. On April 3, a baby girl was born on the Lower East Side, the firstborn for Maria. One month later on May 29 of the same year, another baby girl was born in the Bronx, the youngest child of Lydia. These two baby girls had no…
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When I First Saw You (In honor of our Anniversary!)
“When I first saw you, I said “Oh my” I said “oh my, that’s a dream, that’s my dream. I needed a dream when it all seemed to go bad Then I found you, and I have had the most beautiful dreams Any man’s ever had”* ========================= We met while…
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We see you…*
Do you see me… I am right here. Do you see me… I no longer walk in fear Do you hear me… I have spoken my truth Do you hear me I can no longer wait on you. Do you see me… I am free Do you see me… I no…
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Getting older….feels great!
I remember when I was a child, my brother Joey and I would always dream of turning 35! Yes, 35! It was the oldest number we thought we’d become. You see we were 10 and 12, so 35 felt like a lifetime lived. We’d often fantasize about where we’d live……
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They are completely different…but their hearts are the same.
I sat and watched as tears flowed down his tender face as he watched his older brother remember his Uncle. His older brother stood tall, spoke with grace and tenderness about the sweet memories he had with his Tio, yet the tears flowed uncontrollably. I sat quietly as the tears…
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She’s my friend…with no judgment, I think!
Growing up my mom had a very best friend…her name was Mery. They couldn’t be more different. My mom liked fancy things, Mery was simpler in her taste. Mami loved jewelry and makeup, and Mery only wore her wedding ring and a watch. Even with their extreme differences, my…
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When the Year to be Brave…becomes a Blanket of Blessing…
It was January 8, 2014. Robert and I were enjoying dinner, in the city of Miami. I felt to tell him that things were going to get challenging. I felt it in my spirit. At that time I thought it was only about his mom’s cancer battle, little did I…
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Grace Extended…
Grace – (n) – mercy, clemency pardon It seemed unimaginable. First came the phone call. The voice on the other end, desperate, screaming, crying, scared. “Mom, please tell dad to hurry, I’m hurt, I am really hurt.” What! Where? How? Where are you? – All questions I asked out loud…