So Much to Say – Don’t Talk About It
I've been tired all week. Unusually so. I couldn't figure out why — until a phone call from La Llorona, a conversation with my BFF, and a Dave Matthews song I couldn't get out of my head told me everything I needed to know.
The Algorithm Showed Me That I Am Not a Mirror, I’m a Problem
La Llorona couldn't stand her own reflection, so she made sure I couldn't stand mine. A narcissistic mother's beauty standards, decoded by the algorithm.
My Own Prison
I've been held captive by the generational trauma of my mother. I wish it hadn't taken me so long to figure out just how deep in this prison I had been kept.
Call Me Naive One More Time
Every time a man approaches me, the older women in my life lose their minds. They call it naive. I call it unbothered. There's a difference.
Rewriting the Food Script
On emotional eating, food noise, and what happens when your coping mechanism isn't available anymore. A midlife personal essay from Guatemala.
