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NYC Here I Come
I'm so excited about my up coming trip to NYC, I can barely sit still. I hope it will be a wonderfully unforgettable experience for us. I'm going with my husband, sisters, and a friend. I'm most excited about visiting Central Park. I plan to jog with my husband to and around Central Park from our hotel. The trip is still weeks away but I'm planning and buying tour tickets now. I'm hoping to dive into the NYC culture and just soak it all up. The street performers, hurried crowds, surrounding sky scrappers, the food, the fashion, the architecture. If NYC is the city that never sleeps, then I'd say I come from the city that takes afternoon naps. Nappy and relaxed just like the lion in the picture.
I went to a memoir-writing workshop recently. I don't want to be the girl who cries at the slightest thing but, in this case, I was. They asked the question: who told you, you can't write? We had to state our writing demons, and then write out the dialog between this inner critique and our retaliation to their remarks. Ultimately, it is only ourselves that can hold us back from our own dreams. But sometimes we've internalized the voices of others tell us that we can't. I'd done this exercise before privately, in my own bed, in my own room, and in my own journal but never out loud. When we were done, we had to go around the table and read the dialog. I was picked the first to go. Before I could even let out a word, my throat choked up, my face turn red, and my eyes began to water. I read and cried. We all cried. I thought I had left all that hurt hidden away on paper somewhere, and there it was strangling me. I can't begin to describe that whole situation with …
One of the staples I keep in the truck of my car is my DIY bleacher seat cushion.
Its a flat thin recyclable bag with a folded picnic blanket inside.
This DIY is so simple, it seems too common sense to blog about. But I will since it phases me why anyone would buy one of those foam seat cushions I see on sale at sporting good stores and events. This one is on sale for $15!
My DIY bleach seat cusion is way more functional than a manufactured bleacher seat cushion which has only one purpose.
Having a blanket conviently stored inside makes it multifunctional.
You have a blanket on hand for those chilly early morning meets. And any time we are at outdoor events with my mom or inlaws, I'm prepared for the evening cold for them as well.
A shade for the afternoon sun.
Fold it length wise for a multiple seat cushion, to reserve extra seat space, or to spread out your legs. (As a track mom of three sons, I can been on the bleachers for hours. I'm writing this blog from the bleachers.…
The show, 8 Ways To Say I Love My Life And Mean It, returns to the New CASA Theater in Boyle Heights for a three week run. After winning an Imagen Award in 2009, the show is back with the release of the book that shares its name.
The book, 8 Ways to Say I Love My Life And Mean It, is a collection of stories from 8 Latina authors (Josefina Lopez, Susan Orosco, Nancy de Los Santos Reza, Bel Hernandez Castillo, Laura De Anda, Margo DeLeon, Rita Mosqueda Marmolejo, and Joanna Llizaliturri Diaz) about their journey to self-love and self-realization. Excerpts from the book were woven into 8 heartwarming monologues that inspire and uplift audiences.
I took two of my sisters and nieces to a preview of the show on Friday, November 2, for a girls night out. On our drive back home, we talked about the performances that resonated the most with each of us. I didn't have to ask my sister, who had been sobbing beside me during Pilar of Strength, a monologue written by Margo De Leon and performe…