She Pushed Me

My Mother’s love was in Pushing Me. There were many times I wanted a kiss, hug, warm words of encouragement. But, my Mom loved to Push Me to be stronger, work harder, and to try to excel at everything I did. “The world is a very tough place Gladysita,” she would say, “You have to… Read More She Pushed Me

A Mother’s Work

This Mother’s Day, we went home to see my father. There were many pictures and belongings of my late mother still in the house. Her clothes still hung on hangers, her shoes in boxes, and her beloved knick-knacks sitting on shelves, in plain sight but collecting dust. In the weeks shortly after her death, I… Read More A Mother’s Work

A Mother’s Hope

A year ago, I attended the Women’s March in Washington, DC with my sisters and daughter. I’ve participated in demonstrations in my younger years, but this one felt drastically different. Apart from being in complete awe at the sheer mass of people participating, there was a moment that stuck in my mind.  We were crossing… Read More A Mother’s Hope

Mamá

All you wanted for your family was for us to be happy. And to stick together. As a little girl, after a fight with one of my siblings over who had the tv remote, who cut the Barbie’s hair, who stole the toy in the cereal box , you would remind me that family comes first.… Read More Mamá