Desahógate!

May 25th, 2022

Have you ever locked eyes with a friend and immediately knew something was wrong?

That happened to me today.

Today, I waved at my friend from across a restaurant, offering a sincere, warm smile, excited that we both got to take a break from working alone in our work-from-home jobs, when I noticed she was waving, but not smiling back.

Fat head, Skinny waist...

March 26, 2021

"If you leave this house, you are on your own! There will be absolutely no financial help from me whatsoever!" My mother hadn't nearly finished sharing these two sentences when my 17-year-old self arrogantly replied, "Not a problem." And with those words I instantly became broke, tired, and hungry.

The One With The Cookbook...

April 5, 2021

I will never forget the day my grandma handed me my first cookbook. It was a day full of sweet irony. Growing up, I had always wanted the traditional everything. I wanted the traditional home with mom and dad. I wanted the family-cooked meals and sit-down dinners where everyone gathered around and shared about their day. I wanted the grandmother who would bake cake and cookies for her grandchildren and say things like, “Shhh, don’t tell mom!”. Needles to say, that obviously didn’t happen.

Tortillas, the shapeshifting masters..

July 5, 2021

It’s Sunday morning in Mexico City. What are we having for breakfast? The one, the only, Chilaquiles! Pronounced “chee-lah-kee-less”, this wonderful dish not only reminds me of growing up in Mexico, but it also reminds me of a stand up skit by Sofia Nino de Rivera where she comically reminds us that many traditional Mexican dishes are just a shaped shifted version of themselves.

The Child In Me

July 31, 2021

The child in me loves bright colors and cartoon characters. They somehow always manage to make me feel safe. Like almost every other 90’s kid, I often fell asleep watching the Disney Channel and saw just about every episode of the Rugrats, Doug, and Rocko’s Modern life at least 20 million times.

Take Your MEDS!

August 25, 2021

The year is 2017. I am 31 years old and taking a break from work...finally. I hop on a plane and fly to south Texas to visit family and relax by the beach, one of my favorite activities of all time.🌊🌞 I am laying flat over the warm sand, closing my eyes and trying to concentrate on the sound of the waves as they rise and fall. I listen to them breathe in and out. I begin to look forward to them rocking me to sleep the way they always do, especially since I have had a couple of sleepless nights over the past couple of days...