Todas mis historias y memorias de me niñez están codificadas en español.
Translation: All my stories and memories from my childhood are coded in Spanish.
Todas mis historias y memorias de me niñez están codificadas en español.
Translation: All my stories and memories from my childhood are coded in Spanish.
Todas mis historias y memorias de me niñez están codificadas en español.
Translation: All my stories and memories from my childhood are coded in Spanish.
I was so broke 12 years ago that I would just go to sleep at night to quell the hunger pains.
Money was scarce since I had just quit my job, and I was still figuring to generate opportunities for my new business.
I had to be creative and thrifty with anything I chose for my daughters. Here are some of our favorite cheap, fun, and engaging solutions that I found for play.
I've learned that a woman's hair is a large part of her identity. It can provide a great deal of pride or shame.
The struggle became apparent when I was dating. Numerous women admitted that their hair was actually curly. But they would wake up early every day to straighten it.
My ex-girlfriend upgraded after me. I'm sure all my exes upgraded.
At least, I hope they did. I hope they found the love and companionship that they were looking for and upgraded.
"The way we talk to our children becomes their inner voice." - Peggy O'Mara
That's a lot of power and responsibility to bear as parents, but of course, it's true.
I heard my favorite stand-up comic say that Twitter is just a bathroom wall in a recent interview.
The funny thing is that I thought the same thing just last year. I've had a Twitter account since 2009 but didn't use it much because it seemed too toxic.
It was one of the absolute most challenging periods of my life. My marriage was falling apart, and I was barely maintaining my sanity.
Somehow I had to keep it together. My girls needed their father to figure it out. They needed a father figure.
It was one of the absolute most challenging periods of my life. My marriage was falling apart, and I was barely maintaining my sanity.
Somehow I had to keep it together. My girls needed their father to figure it out. They needed a father figure.
They come home today. It's the single month out of the year I have with both my girls full-time.
This has been our reality since the divorce. But this year, it's different. Damnit.
Do you ever find yourself in the endless loop of "whys" with your kid and wonder why?
I feel lost.
For the past 18 years, I have spent a portion of each day wondering what I could do to support and love my daughters.