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Thinking beyond the guns

16 Dec

 Friday I woke up extremely excited because I was going to get to see my little Gael. It was time for a 32-week ultra sound. Hidden behind the excitement there’s always a fear that something may not be right.  The fears later that day went beyond his physical well-being.

When I first got pregnant I couldn’t help but to think about my sister and her baby Malaya. Malaya was born with a genetic disorder and lived three short months. Doctors did not detect anything until the baby was born. At the beginning of my pregnancy I couldn’t help but think back at the pain in my sister’s eyes when Malaya passed. I thought about the baby inside of me and how the pregnancy would be. As if the shock wasn’t enough, my fear of something going wrong also weight heavily in my mind.

Today I’m in my 8th month of pregnancy and fears still exist. Every time I go in for an ultrasound I pray nothing is wrong with my baby. Every time I feel something different I wonder if he is okay. Every time I think of the sleepless nights we will have, the pain he may feel one day when he gets sick, and the powerlessness I may feel when I have no clue on how to ease his pain.

On Friday my other fears came to light when I sat down and read about what happened in Newtown, Connecticut. Just to think of the little angels that were killed made my heart ache. I began to think about my little Gael and the violent society he will come into. I began to read people’s angry posts on social media about the gunman, gun control and politicians who do nothing about it. I was bothered by the way media was sensationalizing the story and how they plastered images of children in pain. I agree we do need better laws but guns are not the only problem here. 

When tragedies like this happen we have to look beyond the obvious. At first, I thought of the horrible trauma the kids who survived this massacre. One of the first images I saw was the one of the children walking in line and their little faces filled with horror. I was disappointed at the lack of sensibility of all those who used that image.  I thought about the parents of the 20 children who probably showed up at school praying and hoping their kid was okay. I thought about the brave teachers who died shielding their students.

I also began to think about the person who caused it and what went terrible wrong in his life to drive him to do this. He didn’t just snap and decided to kill. There’s history, cause and effect. I think about the possible red flags this individual showed to people near him, I think about this childhood, his surroundings, up bringing and possible traumas. I cannot help but to wonder how our society influenced his life and what we could’ve done better to help him. No, I’m not excusing his behavior what but we have to look beyond him grabbing those guns and senseless killing.

We MUST think about our mental health care system and ask if we are doing enough to prevent tragedies like this. What about our society? The media we feed our children, the toys we buy, the games, the sports, the movies, the music, the language, the imposed gender roles, our rape culture, the masculinity we impose on boys and the pride we take on justified killings.

We should be thinking about all of these factors that affect our society and makes us who we are. It’s not just guns that kill people. That same day a man in China stabbed 20 children. No gun necessary. Think of September 11, Kansas City bombing, the many women that die from brutal rapes and beatings, the children who die from child abuse and neglect, the elderly who die from starvation, religious massacres, genocides, and all the other violent ways we kill each other.

Yes, politicians could be doing so much more to help prevent some of these tragedies but so can we as a society. Politicians can only do so much. Changing a law isn’t enough; things need to change all around. We need to learn how to take ownership of our own responsibility and how we contribute to our violent society. We need to look deeper and think about what we can do as individuals to create change in our small circles. We can complaint, bitch and moan all we want but that’s not going to bring change. We can prepare as much as we can but can we really control what can happen? We can hug and say how much we love each other but does that bring real change?  We shouldn’t wait for a tragedy like Friday’s to remind us to hug and cherish each other.  We should do that every day!

Seeing Gael’s face on Friday was one of the happiest moments for me. I was on cloud 9 when I left the doctor’s office and couldn’t stop smiling. I was able to see his nose, lips, eyes, and his hands so clearly.  I didn’t just feel his movements but I was seeing them on screen.  I was so excited about sharing my happy moment and his photo with everyone until I learned about the tragedy. I felt bad about feeling so happy while others were in so much pain. I am fearful every day of the future and what motherhood will bring. Yesterday I was reminded that my fears are not only for his health but also for the world he will get to know once he arrives. But I am determined to do everything in my power to challenge everything around me that could potentially have a negative effect on his life. Our world is not and will never be perfect but we can do so much to make it better. 

Let us not forget the victims and heroes of this tragedy in a few weeks.  Don’t just talk or cry about it but really take action. Take time today to think about what you can do to make your world better. Be realistic but don’t live in denial and don’t just give in to what our society has to offer. SPEAK to your children and LISTEN to what they have to say. WE as individuals have so much power in our hands and we need to use it. 

 P.S.

Two good pieces about how to talk to your children.

What to tell your children- ABC Juju Chang

 Talking To Your Children About Violence Against Kids

Two great responses i read on social media worth sharing.

Morgan Freeman

“You want to know why. This may sound cynical, but here’s why.

It’s because of the way the media reports it. Flip on the news and watch how we treat the Batman theater shooter and the Oregon mall shooter like celebrities. Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris are household names, but do you know the name of a single *victim* of Columbine? Disturbed

people who would otherwise just off themselves in their basements see the news and want to top it by doing something worse, and going out in a memorable way. Why a grade school? Why children? Because he’ll be remembered as a horrible monster, instead of a sad nobody.
CNN’s article says that if the body count “holds up”, this will rank as the second deadliest shooting behind Virginia Tech, as if statistics somehow make one shooting worse than another. Then they post a video interview of third-graders for all the details of what they saw and heard while the shootings were happening. Fox News has plastered the killer’s face on all their reports for hours. Any articles or news stories yet that focus on the victims and ignore the killer’s identity? None that I’ve seen yet. Because they don’t sell. So congratulations, sensationalist media, you’ve just lit the fire for someone to top this and knock off a day care center or a maternity ward next.
You can help by forgetting you ever read this man’s name, and remembering the name of at least one victim. You can help by donating to mental health research instead of pointing to gun control as the problem. You can help by turning off the news.”

My friend Christian 

“Gun Control” is not the answer if you want to make it illegal for a citizen to own a gun. “Gun Control” is the answer if you want to revise some of legislation and guidelines in place, that would, for example, ban assault weapons, and enforce stricter background checks. Though, at the Federal level, I would argue that there is already legislation that covers that (The Violent Crime Control and Law Enforcement Act, The Brady Handgun Violence Act, The NICS Improvement Amendment).

In my opinion, “Gun Control” is simply another example of society’s way of pointing there finger away from the real issue – man.

If we take away guns, man will simply find another weapon to commit his carnage. Less victims, maybe, but the act of violence itself will not be eliminated, because it is a result of a much bigger problem: humanity’s loss of love, respect, and values. That is what is at the core of the problem.

If we put emphasis on learning to really ‘love thy neighbor’, having a respect for life and liberty, and practice living by the values and principals that build us up, rather than tear us down, then you will see that peace, equality, and balance will return into the human sphere.
Otherwise, it’s just a matter of time before man finds an alternative device to use as a weapon.
And, if history is any indication of what will follow, we only need to look back less than a century, and study the effects and outcome of Prohibition. In those days, alcohol was the scapegoat to man’s corruptive and destructive nature…
Guns are the scapegoat now, then what will be next?
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Letters to my Baby: Your first party with the Aunts!

21 Nov

Carta en Español

My Dear Gael,

Yesterday we had your first party in your honor and it was a great success thanks to your wonderful tías you will soon meet. This group of women is pretty amazing and already have you quite spoiled. I am so lucky to be surrounded by strong, independent, intelligent and extremely loving women. You are going to have to get used to being around by wonder women.

I remember your father once told me I wasn’t “normal” and I believe he even said I was like from another planet. I think he said that because I like doing things differently and at times I rather go for the non-traditional. He will never admit it but I know this is one of the reasons he liked your mommy.

I say this because your baby shower was out of the norm.  The theme was “Day of the Dead,” which to me it means a celebration of life. I suspect the idea was a bit dark and morbid to some but it seemed appropriate to celebrate this belly full of life and love.

The decorations were all very colorful and festive; the food had touch of Salvadorian, Mexican and American just like you and the creativity of your aunts was a must have.

There no traditional baby showers games- your Mommy hates those and after taking a poll at the party it seemed everyone else feels the same way. These along with taking care of some of decorations myself were my conditions to having the brunch/shower. The only activity we had was your tías decorating some of your clothes and as expected the result was awesome creativity and humorous messages.

Gael, seeing how much love your tías already have for you made me realize that will always be surrounded by love and keep in mind your normal doesn’t have to be like everyone else’s. Normal is what you feel not what others or society may impose. Your normal is what makes you vibrate and passionate. Your normal is what defines you, what fulfills your being and above all what truly makes you happy. My normal my love is you and you have no idea how happy this makes me feel.

With love,

Your “out of the norm” Mommy

P.S. oh this is only your first party. Get ready because your abuela Dora is also getting one ready for ‘ya! 

Lack of Normalcy, tears, respect and kicks

10 Oct

Days like today make normalcy feel so far away making it a wishful thought lost in reality.

There is nothing normal about pregnancy. Everything, I mean absolutely everything, is out of whack. Today, I was running late for a flight and for a second I forgot I was carrying a little person inside me and began to run. Soon I realized running is not something that comes easy anymore and heavy breathing becomes an automatic reaction.  Who the heck am I? And why the hell am I breathing like I just ran a freaking marathon? This sucks. This is not fun and is certainly not warm and freaking fuzzy all the time.  I adore my kid and everything he makes me feel but I must be honest- I do not love pregnancy.

Just last week I had one of the most embarrassing moments of my career as I approached a podium to present an award to the Houston Chronicle at an event. Just before my turn, a survivor shared her story and her words, like those from many other survivors who I’ve worked with, touched me. No difference there except this time around I’m pregnant.  As soon as I reached the podium a knot began to form in my throat and yes, you guessed it- I began to tear up for no damn reason. I was in shock because I’m not a person who likes to cry in public and in my nearly 5 years of working with survivors this had never happened. Embarrassment is an understatement.  I kept looking down at my belly and wanted to say, “WTH Kid, seriously? This is when you decide to make me cry?”

Crying in public becomes a big deal when you work with a group of women who rarely share their emotions out in the open. No, this doesn’t mean we are dead inside but we just rather share those emotions in a different forum and comfort. For some I think it’s embarrassing, other may associate crying with weakness and vulnerability. I rather do in the privacy of my home, with my pillow or on a friendly shoulder but definitely NOT in front of more than 50 people. I don’t have a problem with crying but I’m used to controlling when and where it happens. I believe crying can help us heal, cope and survive. It makes us feel more human.  It just sucks when you cannot control it. This is the first time hormones (the emotional crappy ones) take over and I’m afraid this will not be the last time.

 I’ve always had respect for women in general but now that respect has been taken to another level. The changes a woman must go through during pregnancy are beyond comprehension and truly remarkable. I think of my grandmother who gave birth to 7 children, my mother who raised my brother and I on her own, my sister who lost her baby Malaya, my friend Concepcion who had several miscarriages before giving birth to her little girl, my friend Roxy who had a rough pregnancy because of her health, my friend Jessica who gave birth to twins, and all the women who wish more than anything to have a child but are not able. I also think of those who chose not to. I have so much more respect for every single one of them.

There are so many other things that make me feel so far from normalcy but if everything was normal I wouldn’t be able to feel the kicks and flutters inside my stomach.  Calmness takes over when I see my belly move and the kid reacts to my touch. I imagine a voice saying, “Everything will be okay Mommy.” I smile and suddenly abnormal doesn’t feel so bad after all. 

Breath of Fresh Air

11 Jul

Sometimes you just need to get away! I took this very seriously and got out of the country!

We arrived in Granada, Nicaragua on Sunday for our second volunteer project. This time around we came with a better sense of what to expect and what to do.  Last year, we didn’t quite know how everything would work out. I think we did pretty well for a first time. We were able to distribute school supplies to over 500 kiddos in 5 schools and do upgrades to one of the schools. This year we are doing the same.

So far we have distributed supplies to 3 schools and by the end of this week we hope to distribute to the rest as well as get uniforms and shoes for the kids who need it the most.  The chalkboards are making the teachers sick so we are installing dry erase boards at one of the schools.  We are also installing a water tank and hoping there are enough funds for a small playground.  In the United States this may not seem like a lot but in Countries like Nicaragua it makes a world of a difference.  We wish we could purchase bags of supplies for every child but for now this is what we can do. I know one day Amigos 4 Learning will grow to be the organization able to provide this and more for children in need.

My favorite part of it all, the kids!! Kids here get so excited to get a new pencil and are always eager to learn. We held a class for a group of about 40 and they learned the ABC’s in English in less than 45 minutes!!  

The kids from the school where we spent the most time with last year welcomed us with hugs and even gave us kisses!!!  They even remember our names!! Some got taller, others gained a little weight and there are some who are not shy anymore. A group of them choreograph dances for us!  The kids at another school welcomed us with fresh fruit and lots of it!! It was their way of saying thank you. These kids do not have much but are so happy to share the little bit they do have. 

This is why I’m here. Those kids bring everything into perspective and remind me about what is really important. Those kids do so much more for me than I could ever do for them. They bring life, warmth and pure love.  The kind of love that reminds you everything will be okay. Being here is the breath of fresh air I needed.

Here’s that breath of fresh air in photos! 

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Fundraiser 4 Nica. Children: Photos for a good cause!

7 Jun

Last summer I had one of the best experiences of my life when I traveled to Nicaragua.  It was just what I needed. It was my Eat, Pray, and Love. 

You can read some of  the highlights of the trip here!

Shortly after the trip we got together to talk about the project and the possibilities of doing more.  The project was a great success last summer and we felt we could do so much for the children, the teachers and the parents.  The group decided to create a non-profit and began doing research on how to do it. 

Fast forward to this year, the project is now Amigos for Learning.  A Non-Profit organization with the mission to help children in need throughout Latin America by supporting and educating their communities and aiding their school’s educational needs. 

This summer I will be making my way back to Granada with a small group of volunteer to distribute supplies and work on another school in the small district.

The group has done several fundraisers this year including creating calendars with photos of the children. I’m putting in my two cents to help the organization purchase uniforms and to make sure there’s enough supplies for the over 500 kids we will visit.  I’m taking photos for a good cause! I’m offering 1-hour photo shoots for 50 dollars for the next couple of weeks.  The money will help Amigos4Learning purchase items for the students.  

50 dollars can go a LONG way in Nicaragua! 

$20= child’s Uniform (pants/shirt) + shoes + notebook

$15= Full breakfast, lunch and dinner for a child

$10= snacks for a class of 25+

$5 = Notebook, pencils, ruler, and color pencils

The average daily wage in Nicaragua is only 4 dollars a day.  A teacher makes between 150 and 200 dollars a year, the same as a university education per year.

I really hope you consider doing a photo shoot and help Amigos4Learning help the children in Granada. Here are a few of those kids you could help.

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Check out some of my most recent photos. I’ve done shoots for couples, weddings, graduates, pregnancies, headshots and small families. I like to do shoots outside either on early morning or late afternoon.  

Here are a few dates for you to consider:

June 16  + 17 at 8am

June 23 + 24 at 8am, 5:30pm, 6:45pm

June 30 + July 1 at 8am, 5:30pm, 6:45pm

Weekday evenings can be coordinated depending on my work schedule. You will receive full res photos on a CD within a week.  I hope you consider doing a shoot.-I promise you the money will be put to good use. If you are interested please email me at fridascafe@gmail.com or simply share this post with your friends.

Mil Gracias!

Pedir perdón al corazón

4 May

¿Cómo nos sentimos cuando se nos rompe el corazón?

Sentimos que no podemos respirar. Se siente como si estuviéramos encerrados en una caja sin salida. Tratamos y tratamos pero se nos hace imposible salir.

Gritamos, lloramos, nos enojamos y queremos desaparecer.

Nos sentimos aplastados, completamente rotos de mil maneras.

Deseamos que sea diferente, que no nos doliera tanto, que el dolor se esfumara.

Deseamos ser otra persona, en otro cuerpo, con otro corazón.

Nos damos cuenta de lo real que es, lo doloroso y asfixiante. Queremos salir corriendo de esa realidad que tanto nos pesa.

Y en ocasiones nos odiamos por permitir que nos pase, por permitir que nuestro corazón sea vulnerable.

El corazón nos comienza a gritar y ruega que no lo volvamos a cerrar. El pobre corazón que llora, tan confundido, roto en mil pedazos que lo único que quiere es que lo amen.

Cuando pasamos por ese profundo dolor en muchas ocasiones la cabeza culpa a ese mismo corazón. Se olvida de que el corazón también está llorando y es el que más sufre en ese momento.

Correr el riesgo

Hace un tiempo empecé una relación sabiendo que el resultado no sería muy bueno pero dejé que mi corazón corriera libremente.

Dejé que volviera a sentir, bajé la guardia y me enamoré profundamente. Puse mi corazón en la línea de fuego y no hice nada para protegerlo.

Yo sabía que la historia sería complicada desde el principio pero me arriesgué. Decidí ignorar todas las señales de aviso y tomé el camino peligroso. Y, finalmente, mi corazón salió perdiendo y lastimado.

Una noche sin pensarlo ni planearlo cuando el dolor estaba a flor de piel me escuche decir una frase que me dio paz. Por primera vez le pedí perdón a mi corazón, le dije: “Perdóname, perdóname por este dolor y no cuidarte”.

En ese momento pude respirar y comencé, también, a perdonarme a mí misma.

Por primera vez le di valor a todo lo que mi corazón sentía, sin concentrarme tanto en lo que mi cabeza pensaba, y me sentí mal por no haberme concentrado en él antes.

Yo fui la que tomó una decisión que tenía altas probabilidades de terminar en desencanto, en tristeza. Yo sabía lo que hacía desde el principio y tuve que asumir mi parte de responsabilidad por el dolor que me estaba provocando a mí misma.

No fui la única que hizo que la situación derivara en dolor pero esa persona nunca regresará a disculparse. Sin embargo, yo sí podía hacerlo conmigo misma.

Tuve que perdonarme y hablarme a mí misma por haber terminado en una situación de sufrimiento que yo misma decidí que merecí ala pena probar. Me disculpé no sólo por esta vez pero por todas las veces que decidí no proteger al corazón.

Muchas de las decisiones que tomamos en la vida no son necesariamente las mejores, y lo sabemos, pero aun así nos arriesgamos.

Nos tiramos del avión sin saber si el paracaídas funcionará y no nos preparamos para la caída.

No seré yo quien recomiende no tomar riesgos. Pero si los tomamos, tenemos que protegernos también y tener muy claro cuáles pueden ser las consecuencias.

Lo más importante es que no te sientas culpable pro haberte permitido sentir. 

Aprende a darle validez a tu dolor, sentimientos y emociones. Si tienes algo de responsabilidad acéptalo con la cabeza pero no culpes al corazón por haberse permitido intentarlo.

Y ten claro que pedir perdón no significa que te arrepientas de nada: solamente muestra compasión y entendimiento hacia tu corazón y hacia ti misma.

En perspectiva

No te arrepientas de nada, ya que en ese preciso momento era justo lo que querías.

Yo no me arrepiento de haberle permitido a mi corazón que se enamorara profundamente porque en ese momento fue la mejor sensación del mundo y me hizo sentir plena.

En ese preciso instante era lo que yo necesitaba y ese amor me hizo profundamente feliz.

Perdonar te ayuda a dejar ir lo que ya no es tuyo o tal vez nunca fue. Te enseña y ayuda crecer.

No pierdas tu tiempo buscando culpables, ni trates de entender a la otra persona y sus razones. Te volverás loca si tratas de entender el porqué. Si la otra persona es madura y sensata querrá hablar contigo y, ojalá, explicar sus razones.

No te hundas en el dolor: eso te privará de la libertad y felicidad que te mereces.

No te estanques en una persona que no vale la pena ni tu tiempo. Si la dejas ir es posible que encuentres a alguien que sí lo valga. Si lo extrañas, extráñalo, envíale buenos deseos y déjalo en paz.

Si tienes que llorar, llora, permítete reflexionar y sigue adelante. Te aseguro que si logras hacer esto volverás a respirar sin dolor alguno.

Las caídas pueden ser lecciones de vida muy importantes que nos permiten crecer y nos ayudan a prevenir otras en el futuro. Asumir la responsabilidad y darnos cuentas que nuestros propios errores también ayuda.

No culpes a tu corazón por algo que tú decidiste conscientemente. Tu corazón sólo busca amar y ser amado y no sabe de lógica, pero tú sí.

Aprende a levantarte de cada caída sin que antes te destruya. Y recuerda que todo en la vida puede ser un aprendizaje: hasta el dolor.


“Solo quería un Cafe” y llego el Revolu

3 May

La vida nos da sorpresas de mil maneras. En ocasiones nos quita otras nos da. Muchas veces causa un revolu que nos confunde, vuelve locos pero al mismo tiempo mantiene todo muy pero muy interesante. El amor también es así. Te llega de sorpresa y muchas veces decidí irse sin avisarte. Una persona a la cual adoro me recordó esto ayer cuando nos vimos para simplemente platicar y de pronto todo cambio. Me lo recordó con la canción de Arjona, “Solo quería un Café.” Aquí les comparto un pedacito de la letra.

“Solo quería un café poca azúcar, quizá un croisant


No iba por la tertulia o el flirtreo

Te juro por mi que solo fui por un café,
 Pero te vi…

Y cambiaste mi vida, mi ritmo, mi espacio,
 Mi tiempo, mi historia, mis sueños y todo
Y me agregaste risas, dos dudas, un duende,
 Un par de fantasmas


Y este amor que te tengo.”

Hay veces que tenemos un plan, una lista, una meta pero la vida llega, se impone y nos recuerda que no todo es ni debe de ser tal y como esperamos. En una ocasión llegue a un lugar con un simple plan y conocí el revolu mas grande de mi vida. Un extraño llego y en un solo momento, con un solo baile y una sonrisa hermosa hizo que mi mundo se detuviera.  Eso es un Revolu! La palabra se usa mucho en Puerto Rico y para mi significa revolución! Es cuando de pronto pasa algo que revuelve todo, te lo complica, y te llega cuando menos te lo espera. Ese ser causo tremendo revolu en mi vida y no se compara a nada ni nadie. Fue imprevisto, caótico, problemático, pero también excitante, espontáneo y sumamente emocinante.  Y me atrevo a decir que yo fui su Revolu. Me lo recordo con esa cancion!

Ese mismo revolu me enseño lo impredecible que es la vida y el destino. También me recordó que el amor es terco, loco y cabron. Al amor le vale madres la lógica, y las reglas. Te llega, se impone y si no te pones fuerte te gana.

La vida es un revolu precioso y excitante. Es un revolu que debes apreciar y el cual siempre tendrá un aprendizaje. Habrán revolus que te volverán loco y llegaran a doler pero siempre tienen su razón de ser. Disfruta cada revolu que llega a tu vida, permítele que te regale un poco de sabor, aprende a reconocer las lecciones y nunca cierres los ojos. Mantén los ojos bien abiertos para poder apreciarlo bien pero también para poder reconocer las lecciones. Tu plan puede ser solo un café como dice la canción pero llega la vida y te recordara que hay veces que un café no es lo que tu necesitas en ese momento.

Aquí les va la canción entera!

I apologized to my heart

18 Apr

Have you ever felt angry at your heart when you are in pain?  When you have to let go someone you love? You blame the heart for falling in love, for being broken and not being able to make it go away.

When we are heart broken we blame everything around us and we forget our heart is in deep pain. A while ago I went into a relationship knowing the outcome wouldn’t be good but yet I let my heart run free. I allowed my heart to feel again, let my guard down and fell deeply in love. I put my heart in the line of fire and did nothing to protect it. I knew the story would be complicated from the beginning yet I went in and didn’t care.  I read all the signs and took the route.

One night for the very first time in my life when the pain felt so raw I apologized to my heart and asked for forgiveness.  I said, “I am so sorry for putting you through this. I am so sorry. Please forgive me.”  The minute I said these words out loud I was able to breathe and felt peace. That night I began to let go and began forgiving myself.

I knew what I was doing from the beginning and I had to take some of the responsibility for the pain my heart felt in that moment. I wasn’t the only one who caused the pain but the other person will never come around to apologize but I could. I had to forgive myself for putting my dear heart through the roller coaster. I apologized not just for that time but also for all the other times I put her through hell. 

If you are ever in pain show your heart some compassion, reflect on how you got there and if you feel like you have to ask for forgiveness. The last thing your heart needs when it has been broken into a million pieces is for you misplace blame. Validate your own feelings, pain and emotions. If you have some responsibility accept it, own it but leave your heart out of it.  Forgiveness doesn’t meant regret; it just means compassion and understanding. Do not regret a thing because remember that in that moment it was exactly what you wanted.  I do not regret allowing my heart to fall deeply in love because in that moment it was the best feeling in the world and it made me so happy. It was just what I wanted. It was perfect. Forgiveness just makes letting go easier, it teaches and helps us grow.

Everything in life is a learning experience even pain. 

the norm

10 Apr

I grew up in a culture where the use of violence was the norm. I saw the violence on the faces of my friends at school and heard the screams from the woman beaten by her prince. My aunts talk about the kind of violence my own grandmother was capable of. I cannot blame her because it was just how people dealt with their anger and a way to discipline their kids

I live in the United States and still hear the same stories. I still watch the news and hear about the horrible way a woman was killed by her husband. I still listen to children talk about the horrible acts they are victims of and those silence voices not able to speak up because they are no longer with us. I live in a country where there are resources, there’s “justice” but yet this happens every single day.

I work for an agency that provides services for victims of domestic and sexual violence. In the last week we’ve done more than 10 media interviews on the issue but yet the lead story is likely one of that deals with rape or family violence.  I wonder, are we doing enough? what else can we do so that a mother of 4 is not choked and then burned by her husband? What can we do?

It is very sad and disappointing to hear these stories because it makes me feel like we could have done something to prevent it. What could have we done differently?

Change doesn’t happen in agencies but rather in communities and in the homes of families. Change happens when someone decides to end the cycle of violence. Change happens when we decide not to accept the norm and speak up against it. Change can only happens if we stand up and do something about it- not just talk.  Change is only possible if choose to accept it.

I refuse to give in to the norm I grew up in because it is not okay. If the norm hurts us then why accept it? I cannot change the world but I can make changes in my own life, and hopefully in the lives of my own children. I refuse to accept the norm.

I am Angry

3 Apr

There are few things that will get us pissed off and makes us want do something about it.

Maybe your cell phone provider is charging you an extra 200 dollars.

Maybe a bully is making your kid cry every day at school

Maybe because your car broke down days after you took it from the dealer

Maybe because your waiter took your order wrong

Maybe because your insurance will not cover damages to your home after a storm

 

 

Wouldn’t you want to do something about it to fix i? This is because anger makes us want change. 

I am angry about politicians trying to decide for me

I am angry because Women’s health is not that important anymore

I am angry because my sexual choices are not being respected

I am angry a 4 year child is being molested by her father

I am angry because only 1 of 16 will ever serve jail time

 

In the next week or so we are launching a campaign at the Houston Area Women’s Center in hopes it will draw attention to issues of sexual assault and child abuse. I’m hopeful this will want to motivate people to get off their couches and take action about something happening in our society every single day.

my inspiration? This woman-watch this video

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