An Ode to my Little Sister

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I was 7 going on 8 in the Fall of 1997. My mom was pregnant and I wasn’t particularly excited for the baby’s arrival. For a long time I felt as though my parents didn’t care about me. And I realize now that it was only because they knew I didn’t require as much attention as my brother because I was always “on the right track”. At the age of 7, the thought of having another person enter our lives meant that my parents would pay even LESS attention to me.

On September 29, 1997 my parents weren’t at school to pick me up. My “cousin” Pepe Martinez came up to my brother and I to tell us that his mom was to take us to her house because my mom was in the hospital delivering our baby something (we weren’t sure of the sex until the day of). I remember that Pepe’s mom, Lourdes, made us spaghetti, my favorite. I was skeptical and kept looking at the clock so that someone would take us to the hospital to see the something that would be a part of our lives now. Continue reading

Twitter Tuesday: Twitter Responds to Jay-Z vs. Solange

In case you missed it (which I doubt because this has been the IT story on social media other than the #BringBackOurGirls campaign).

TMZ leaked security footage of what is supposedly a Solange (Beyonce’s sister) and Jay-Z having an argument in the elevator. Solange goes ahead to slap and kick Jay-Z.

There hasn’t been a public statement made from either party and no one is really sure if it actually happened. And if it did happen what was the reason behind all the rage?

Here is the TMZ video again for all of those who have yet to see it.

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Thoughtful Thursday: Gift

Being RICH is not about how much you have, BUT about how much you GIVE.

Ever since I can remember my dad has always told my siblings and I, “We are poor.” The thing is I always knew we weren’t REALLY poor. My parents worked hard and eventually earned really high positions in their firesides.  But, I knew that because of their humble beginnings, they wanted us to grow up with the same mind set.

There was a time period in my teens that I resented my parents for thinking this way. I didn’t shop at A&F or Hollister like all the “cool kids” and learned how to find gems in Ross and Marshalls stores at an early age. Even though I was basically wearing the same type of clothes, I hated my parents for not buying me the “real deal”. Continue reading

I’m A Grown Woman

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“I’m a grown woman
I can do whatever I want
I’m a grown woman
I can do whatever I want

I can be bad if I want
I can do wrong if I want
I can live fast if I want
I can go slow all night long…”

Grown Woman(click for video)

All my life, or ever since I can remember, I have done what my parents told me to do. I rebelled  a little between the ages of 14 to 16, but nothing too major or out of this world. I was taught that in order to be PERFECT, I had to be perfect at everything. That included being the perfect daughter.

When I finally graduated from college and started my journey in the real world, my boyfriend pointed out how I still seek my parents’ approval for everything I do. He was right. Anything I bought, my 401K, my apartment, my job, etc. all had to be approved by my parents before I went on with it. It seemed really silly to my boyfriend and even to my coworkers that I basically couldn’t make a decision without them. Continue reading