Mother Church: A Poem

A voice is heard in Ramah, mourning and great weeping, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more.Jeremiah 31:15 Mother Church weeps Her children are no more They are buried, forgotten, under the floor Mother Church weeps Her children abused They think to themselves "was the Gospel a... Continue Reading →

Aiming for Average?

In women circles, online and in real life, there is an interesting tendency for women to pat each other on the back and encourage mediocrity. Now I understand the need for judgment-free zones. I am an imperfect woman and I don't like to be reminded of my imperfections all the time! My appearance, my sins,... Continue Reading →

What if the baby gets in the way?

I was recently asked by someone if I ever have time to do the hobbies (or studies/career) I enjoy, while being a mother. It was ironic because I recently had been thinking the same: is it possible to juggle everything and maintain a hobby? But when she asked me, the real question became abundantly clear:... Continue Reading →

Beast

Every man has a beast That's what my mother said From the greatest to the least It lives inside their head It comes out in the middle of the night When pretty girls go to sleep If you show, it will bite What you've sowed, you will reap So if you are too nice Or... Continue Reading →

Clear

I fantasize about clear I want to open my eyes and see clear I want to touch my skin and feel clear Smoothness, hairless and clear I want to tear my skin apart But I'm already broken The blood on my hands is just another token A token, a memory of broken, bruised skin I... Continue Reading →

Obsessed

One of my first introductions to obsessive compulsive disorder was the Button Poetry performance by Neil Hilborn. I remember tearing up as he expressed his frustration and heartache. But never did I think that he and I could be suffering from the same disorder. After all, obsessive compulsive disorder had to do with repetitive handwashing... Continue Reading →

Natural DIY Deodorants & what WORKS for me

Antiperspirants Most of my life I have had to battle with antiperspirants and commercial deodorants. Despite their antiperspirant properties, I always found myself smelling worse after a few hours of wearing whatever artificially scented gel/bar/ liquid we had around. Even the ones without scent or the "neutral" scents like baby powder, gave me a very... Continue Reading →

The Joy that I have

There is an incredibly catchy Spanish Pentecostal song that goes as follows: "El gozo que tengo yo, el mundo no me lo dio, el mundo no me lo dio, y como no me lo dio, no me lo puede quitar" which translates as: "The joy that I have, the world did not give to me... Continue Reading →

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