It's the day after and the stirring silence from friends and family is an indicator of the fear leftover from election night. But I have to put that away right now. Because my son needs me. I want to rant and rave and be pissed then take a deep breath and say ok, I'm moving … Continue reading The day after, I had bigger fish to fry.
My forehead laid against the top of the steering wheel and it hurt as pressed up and down between my sobs. I hadn’t cried this hard in a while. I was defeated. My son’s meltdown kicked my ass. I spent hours picking apart what I’d wear and did my makeup with extra precision so I … Continue reading When meltdowns invade your marriage.
He’s three. He’s had three birthday parties. Three Christmases. Three Easter holidays. He’s three and has had double as many assessments than birthdays, holidays, and years on this earth. They started when he first failed a milestone survey at 2 and half and his Early Head Start teacher asked me to meet with ECI. At that … Continue reading Maximus The Great: It’s Official.
While I am half Mexican, half Polish, I was raised by some incredibly vivacious Latinas. And despite the fact that I do not speak Spanish (yes I know it’s a travesty, but I did take Spanish class every year from elementary through my sophomore year of college if that counts for anything) I grew up … Continue reading Navigating the Pressures of Traditional Esposa Expectations
Let us know what loved, hated or a confesison you have about your boda! Or if you're an Esposa/o to be, whats your fantasy wedding? We wanna share our event tips and tricks for your best day ever, and how you can redeem yourself form what might have been a trajesty of a day.
Jake and I are blessed with a great group of young friends….they keep us young ( I feel so old saying that). They often give us sweet compliments like “y’all are #goals!”, or “I love your relationship” and I must admit, it love it too. We’re proud of it, it took work for us to … Continue reading The ingredient every Esposa needs in her marriage.
So many of you have shown such an outpouring of love during this process of diagnosing Max with potential autism. I'm getting lots of questions, suggestions, advice, and just love so we decided to dedicate an entire series of the blog to Maximus the Great. It’s been quite the journey the last several months. I first … Continue reading Maximus the Great: An Update
I sat in my stylist's chair taking in a few deep breaths. It'd been a stressful several weeks and I was finally able to get some "me" time squeezed in on a random Thursday. I wanted to do something fun with my hair and originally thought of putting in some pink, as I had just … Continue reading Blue.
Dear Maxaroni, My sweet boy. Did you know were named after a Roman general? We almost named you Hannibal-you'll learn about him later (trust me, your dad had about 100 books about him). He famously said "We will find the way or create it." Those words helped me power through the shock and fear I … Continue reading Dear Max, You’re High Risk
I was making such a big fuss. I changed about 10 times. I planned out my makeup look, then scratched it and went in another direction, only to wipe it off and do something else entirely. I wanted to look put together, but not too polished. I didn’t want it to look like I spent … Continue reading Hechale Ganas; The Hustle.