What originally started as simply wanting to highlight the amazing representation of Salvadoran culture, pride, and it’s people. Has now led me to a journey of wanting to know more of our past.
Category: Mamihood
As I ate my slice of cake and started writing this post, I came to the conclusion that somewhere between the first snot filled “I hate you” I must have left my body. I mean how else can I explain my calmness?
That’s the way many of us, who come from households that struggled financially or are First Generation, are raised. We are constantly told that the only way we will ever have anything in life, is by working hard for it
The perfect title as it describes perfectly what this post is all about. A brown girl, living her best life as she reflects on how far she’s come in life after driving through her old neighborhood and being hit with a never felt before melancholy. I’m Sure Tori Burch would be okay with her words being used in this manner.
You see I’m a single mom. I need to keep that balance for my son. I need to show him that women are strong, intelligent, and chingonas. Women must be respected, heard, and appreciated. While making sure he is surrounded by strong men, that are in tune with their emotions, intelligent, and driven. As a solo parent, I have extra work. But luckily for me I have a village. I have men in my life that have stepped up and filled this role.
