Christmas sounds like Mariah Carey and Wham competing to blast their christmas songs from my radio or a Christmas Story playing on the tv Christmas looks likes the crooked christmas tree almost tipping over with an excessive amount of ornaments and way too many gifts under the tree christmas taste like mashed potatoes with ham and alcoholic eggnog to swallow uncomfortable conversations about politics christmas smells like candles burning with scents called christmas tree farm christmas feels like happiness with everything in my life and the warmth and magic of my little family
La navidad se escucha con los parchis cantando navidad, navidad navidad se ve como el árbol lleno de muchos adornos coleccionados hace más de 30 años el nacimiento cusqueño con las estatuas de la virgen, josé y el bebe jesús cristo que tienen más de 33 años navidad se saborea con un polla peruano sazonado con especies únicas con un chocolate y panettone siempre en la mesa navidad se siente con la felicidad pasando tiempo con tus seres más queridos que te llenan con amor y calor familiar la navidad se huele en el perfume imari de Mami La navidad siempre será una de las tradiciones más bonitas e amorosas en mi familia
This was my response to prompt #7:Your Favorite Recipe
me and my boys on thanksgiving
4 cups of milk, two sticks of cinnamon 2 chocolate bars from Cuzco, a unhealthy and gluttonous amount of sugar I“ll bring it all to a boil with all the love in my heart to make Peruvian hot chocolate for my boys
I was never the marrying kind Don’t know why I forced myself into that line Maybe because of society’s expectations I made marriage my destination But it wasn’t really who I ever was Forever is not meant to be in my book of love But still I tried for seven years And by year 7, I ran into my biggest fear I felt trapped in a cage of my own making Happiness, contentment, and authenticity I was faking But it was never truly me Living this suburban reality And one day I wanted to sleep forever My mind collapsed from society’s pressure to continue this facade of being the perfect wife With my perfectly imperfect life My authenticity I had to put aside I’m a wife and mother of three There’s no such thing as being free But these were the lies I told myself The critic in me I learned to quell I learned I could be a mother but not a wife My husband took our relationship’s demise in stride There would no more anniversaries We were done with self imposed forgeries And a new chapter started with us One full of laughter, friendship and familial love
Why did you break our romantic ties? What did she have to make you leave me suddenly? Why do I keep repeating the same stupid story, of finding myself the woman used and scorned? I’m fucking exhausted with rage always making the same mistake over and over again giving all of my myself to another confused man who leaves me when I’m no longer easy
In honor of Taylor Swift’s Birthday, I decided to share my favorite Taylor Swift songs! I didn’t become a Swiftie until last winter when Red (Taylor’s Version) came out. Maybe it was because it was such an emotional time for me but I cried when I watched the “All Too Well” video the first time and the second time when I made my three kids watch the video with me. My youngest son unwittingly knows the lyrics to “Anti-Hero” and “Karma” because some days, I blast Swift from Alexa and my record player. I don’t think you get the full Swiftie experience unless you listen to her on vinyl. Also, in November, I spontaneously found myself at a Taylor Swift Dance Party and it was beyond amazing. I’ve included a short clip of it at the bottom. Anyways, this playlist includes what I consider the best of her work and music that’s gotten me through some of my toughest times or has uplifted me in some way. I hope y’all enjoy it:
the day that Red(Taylor’s Version) came out
Anti-Hero Blank Space Begin Again All Too Well (The 10 Minute Version) Karma Enchanted My Tears Ricochet Death By a Thousand Cuts Dress Vigilante Shit Right Where You Left Me Delicate Better Than Revenge The Lakes Afterglow The 1 Long Story Short Mastermind Closure Maroon The Way I Loved You This Love Call It What You Want Champagne Problems I Bet You Think About Me Hoax Midnight Rain Back to December Clean Mad Woman This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things Style Bejeweled
Below is a link to my Taylor Swift spotify playlist for your listening pleasure:
Below is a short video I made of the Taylor Swift Party I went to in November, it was so much fun! I love how I’m just exuding happiness and joy in this video, it’s a complete turnaround from who I was last year:
I never said I was a singer but I was tipsy and having the time of my life…lol
This is my response to prompt #16: Your favorite household chore
it’s always your responsibility
Springtime is here, it’s my favorite time of the year I blast out music from Alexa and start de-cluttering Anais Nin books I’ll never read go into the donation box her life no longer inspires me Dresses and outfits I wore to my trauma are packed in a suitcase destined for Lima Dozens of therapy sheets are recycled I finally found calm and serenity Springtime is here and it’s to get rid of everything that no longer fits this new version of me
Patience eludes me I want to run and jump to the next chapter of my life the chapter where I’m the victor and not the victim the chapter where I’m a winner and not a failure but I need to appreciate the journey and accept that the bumps along the way Help me savor the next chapter full of victories and maybe even love Patience is a necessary virtue for the growth and progress necessary for the next chapter
I wrote this in December 2018 when my husband forgot our 8 year anniversary. Iguess I was a little salty and kind of still processing the breakup of our marriage.
December 9, 2010
He forgot our 8 year anniversary I didn’t remind him because it didn’t really matter. Hopefully, this time next year, we will be divorced. There was no use in feeling sad or spilling tears Over something that would end soon. There was no use in feeling devastated over Something that never should have happened. Vows that should never have been taken. Promises of love that were doomed from the beginning. Empty words that were never believed in. 8 years of marriage; an institution we thought would bind us for eternal life. So that maybe the sting of resentment and neglect wouldn’t break us apart. He forgot our 8 year anniversary Just like he forgot all of his promises to “Try harder” or “to change” So I wouldn’t leave. He forgot our 8 year anniversary. And it’s fine. You don’t celebrate something That is already dead.
This was my response to prompt #19: One thing you’d like to see
Quote from the movie “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”
I try to write about something positive I want to see but today, I don’t have it in me instead, I want to blast out my rage in verse I try to change this narrative, but after many attempts, I fail so today I’m going to accept how sometimes I’m a petty bitch I can’t always be the bigger person there’s some people I’ll never forgive And when I think of them, petty thoughts come up I hope Karma gets them and they suffer like I did
There is a certain magic in nature I forget about Feeling the wind in your face running while listening to my favorite song It reminds me what a gift it is to be alive
Observing the miniature toad in the creek that hasn’t been washed away by the many harsh elements around it; It gives me hope I too can survive the really hard times,
Smelling the rain before a storm,there will be a rainbow after it that is how life is, there are better times after the worst of times
Cometiste un gran error que me rompió en mil pedazos antes estaba llena de ternura ahora busco venganza mis palabras se convertirán en espadas aguda de furia Gritando como tus mentiras jodieron mi mente y mi vida Me dices que debería olvidarlo todo Cariño, debes acostumbrarte tu y esa rompieron mi cordura ahora deben enfrentar las consecuencias Estuviste mal en traicionar a una chingona bilingüe Te matare en español y en inglés
I wrote this in 2008 in my creative writing class. I actually hated that class because I didn’t fit in. It’s a long story for a blog post at a later time.
I don’t want to be a style ,a genre a multicultural read with scattered Spanish in my text that is interpreted as Chica or Latina lit -NO!- I refuse to be a mere category Or a trend or a fad When there is a much bigger message Than the stereotypes people want to imply
You left me in an eternal darkness Without any compassion, without any humanity You caused me an infinite pain with your malicious and false ways You left me in a world of insecurity How can I trust ever again? But I promise you thing you’ll remember me After our painful parting You had it all with me And now there’s no way To recover my love With a unique and ardent warmth
Life on the BPD 