All Was Connected

Psychosis, and the recovery time after, has a strange symptom. A sense of grandeur. A feeling as if you are spiritually connected to all around you. A feeling of telekinetic powers. For me, anyway. During this time I met a horse. A neighbor of my father’s property in Tennessee. “A mean horse,” my father had…

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Dogs Say Nothing

The day before we left that hotel in Arkansas Bella broke a nail. It had gotten caught in a grate that covered a drainage slope in the sidewalk near the laundry room. We were leaving the next day. Bella refused to walk on her foot, so S. carried her. He loaded her into the truck…

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A Reminiscing Essay

With the spirit in mind that this blog is a record, a series of essays is to follow, written mostly for my own benefit. Maybe they’ll strike you in some way. This is the story of the first meal I ever cooked. I was 22, engaged, and living in a hotel room while my fiance…

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Before the Postpartum

Judging by my postpartum experiences, one might expect that I had traumatic birth experiences. Well, I didn’t. I gave birth two both of my children easily. I received the epidural with my son when I was dilated to 7 cm and I received an epidural with my daughter at 9 cm (I should’ve skipped it…

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Cuentos: The Color Black Rules — Bilingual Baby (Re-blog)

I wanted to share the review of this children’s book by Bilingual Baby. Black is one of Sergio’s favorite colors and the book speaks of color equality. Check it out on Bilingual Baby’s post. There are definitely no pale princesses in this book, and kids are asked directly to rethink their own ideals in a…

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Baking has Begun

I have begun to bake! As a huge fan of the Great British Baking Show, I’ve had an interest in baking for awhile. However, I lacked confidence to begin. Well, I have successfully baked two cakes recently and the feeling of having conquered my fears is great. I have a lot to learn about baking,…

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Likes are Great

But nothing beats being with my kids. Nothing tops “Mama, mama, mama.” Nothing compares to making snacks for a little voice saying “Thank you very much.” Nothing is equal to playing on the floor with my two pups. Nothing satisfies quite like having my hair pulled and my pants tugged on. Likes are great but…

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Feliz Navidad

This year was a great Christmas. Our tree was a bit small, but laden with shatter-proof ornaments. I made tamales and we toasted to our children with a bit of champagne. I am following little ones around and finding it difficult to write much of anything. For this reason I say feliz navidad a few…

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Immune to Embarrassment

Well, almost. I think embarrassment has been triggering my panic attacks (and I’ve been trying to put a finger on my triggers). I am embarrassed of a lot of things that I said while in the hospital and after leaving it. I’m embarrassed for having lost my children, for acting crazy and hurting my family.…

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One More Coping Mechanism

I am not a make-up expert but recently I’ve found that playing with make-up is soothing. Organizing these products has also been therapeutic. I’m practing and learning lots. To all make-up bloggers: you guys are great! This stuff is a lot of work! Lol.

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