I do not always have it together

No, I do not always have it together. Most of the time I do not. It may come across as if I do, cute photos on social media, outings with friends, dinners etc. Friends say; you are doing so well or ask, how do you do it? My thoughts,  you have no idea! If you... Continue Reading →

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Day 8: Captured #naphopomo

My favorite subjects to photograph are children and the elderly. I always something pure, innocent and beautiful when taking their photographs. This is why I was so excited to be able to photograph my friend's parents earlier this month. I finished editing and delivered photos yesterday which means I can finally share some of them... Continue Reading →

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#naphopomo 2013, Day 1: Better late than never

Lately, I've been paying a bit more attention to posts online, especially those that offer tools for struggling bloggers like me! One of my friend's posted a link to Blogher.com NaBloPoMo post on Friday. Her headline caught my eye: Today is the first day of NaBloPoMo, "National Blog Posting Month. Bloggers commit to posting once a... Continue Reading →

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My inspiration

I’ve had major blogger’s block for the last 6 months. For me, blogger’s block is when you cannot get yourself to click the publish button. My blogger’s block is not due to lack of inspiration or motivation. I’ve actually written quite a bit and even started journaling again. This blog was inspired by a journal.... Continue Reading →

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Carta al hombre que no quiso ser mi padre

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In English!

Un padre es alguien que esta constantemente presente, demuestra amor e inspira- yo no recuerdo a mi padre así. El para mi es un tanto extraño y al que mi corazón se reusa llamar padre. Es por esto que nunca escribí sobre el hasta hoy.  Tal vez sea mi eterna curiosidad sobre lo que nunca supe, o simplemente búsqueda de un perdón y paz interna que aun no encuentro. Esta es la carta que nunca le escribí pero que ha vivido en mi corazón por muchos años, una carta que espero un dia el lea.

La Carta

Mi primera memoria de usted es la visita que le hice poco después de que la guerra civil en el salvador terminara. Recuerdo que me pusieron el mejor y tal vez el único buen vestido y zapatos que tenia en ese tiempo.  Cuando las cosas empeoraron en el Zamoran mi abuela…

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Amor que no conocía

Amor que no conocía Amor que no espera nada Amor sin restricciones Amor sin complicaciones Amor que te llena de aire Te cobija con ternura Te abraza con cariño Amor que borra tristezas Te consuela cuando mas lo necesitas Te sonreí cuando te hace falta Amor como este no hay ninguno No te ahoga No... Continue Reading →

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Birthdays

It was maybe about 5 years ago birthdays began to feel a bit awkward for me. The idea of celebrating “me” feels a bit uncomfortable. I used to get really excited about celebrating and turning one year older. I’m not sure when or why that changed for me. Maybe the idea of getting older doesn't... Continue Reading →

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