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MOMMA STOP CRYING
I have had my days, as I’m sure we’ve all had, where the perfect storm brews. Chaos has met up with Disorder for a cup of coffee at Cafe Anxiety Arabica. Panic knows Chaos order by heart, a medium iced Americano, hold the fear, and adds two scoops of disorganization. The perfect cup. These days used to hit me quite often. Shit, I was the one of the originals frequently stopping at Cafe Anxiety. Continue reading MOMMA STOP CRYING
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BONDS
“As I matured I think how I justified it was that it’s not she likes him more or he is favored. I think she just always worried about him more and out of the 4 of us. Worried about me the least. Continue reading BONDS
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The Audacity: A Hispanic American Non-Meat Eater
What I did not tell you about is how FREAKING HARD it is to be a non-meat eater and being Hispanic. I miss pernil! I miss Carne guisada, empanadas de pollo, Relleno de papa, etc. I miss those dishes. What’s worse is cooking these dishes for my family and not eating them. Continue reading The Audacity: A Hispanic American Non-Meat Eater
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FeaturedMeatless Easter
Oh yeah, ya gurllll went H.A.M.M ha see what I did there. Also, it means Hard As My Momma, you thought I was going to curse….tricked ya! Continue reading Meatless Easter
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FeaturedThe Shower After
The easiest part was writing this. The hardest was posting. I contemplated posting this for a bit. But here goes. POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING. Continue reading The Shower After
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The Secret to Making Friends
The older I get the harder I find it is to make friends. I always felt as though I was a loaner. I knew a lot of people growing up but had very few friends. I was invited to events and places but my parents sheltered the crap out of me and that stopped any and all of my teenage social life. I had two… Read more Continue reading The Secret to Making Friends
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“Whoooo are you? Who, who? Who, who?”
Sometimes I just want to know I’m not alone and maybe I can tell someone else through my day to day stories that they are not alone. I want to share my duh’s, epic failures, my new favorite things, my bad days and my good days. So let’s vent. Continue reading “Whoooo are you? Who, who? Who, who?”
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Mama vs. The Gator
That’s when I spotted her. A brown eyed 2 ft long brown monster, laying there. Covered in head to toe in mud. She turned her head and spotted me. She stopped dead in her tracks, no she moved no muscle. A staredown ensued. She slowly opened her mouth warning me not to come any closer. I remained calm. Spooking her would do me no good. Too unpredictable at this point. So I said in a calm sweet low tone. “Hi sweetie. Hi girl. Whatcha doing?” She slowly moved. I matched her speed and moved closer. Arms out showing I mean her no harm. Continue reading Mama vs. The Gator
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