Photo Credit I met my best friend at a Beth Moore Bible study in 1999. We were the only two Cuban chicks in the group. We both loved Jesus, chick flicks, and chocolate. Soon, we were spending hours on the phone trying to solve the world’s problems as we vented in Spanglish. When you…
Photo Credit In March, my best friend hosted a mini-Quince party for her oldest. Turning 15 is huge in Cuban culture — with dance parties and big white dresses. Samantha’s style is more laid back and artistic, so she opted for a smaller party with friends where they painted on canvas. I visited…
Photo Credit What’s that? my husband asked. I looked in the direction of his finger and questioning eyes and smiled sadly. “It’s a metronome,” I replied. “It helps keep you on beat as you play.” The device had sat forgotten on the piano for years. As a teenager, my hands had glided across the…
Put ’em up! Some days, I feel like I am going 12 rounds with a big bully named the Gloomster. Smack! He unmercifully jabs at my heart and seeks to demolish my passion and purpose. Thump! My oppressor taunts me with verbal blows. You can’t win this fight. Defeat is certain. I’m going…
Photo Credit My husband I were verbally processing our emotions last night regarding an ongoing “situation” that has affected our family. Well, I personally think it’s impacted our family — I’ve lost sleep over it. I’ve vented on the phone to my best friend in a high-pitched screechy voice. I’ve confessed to God that…
Happy is the wife whose heart is entrusted to a giving man. His Understanding, his patience, his kindness envelop her Securely in a knot of love. His resourceful tinkering patches up the Broken pieces and restores their beautiful usefulness. A killer smile radiates in every corner of her life, and Not a day lacks…