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Vicks Cures Everything — The Puerto Rican Parenting Series
There wasn’t a single thing Vicks Vaporub couldn’t cure in a Puerto Rican household.Fever? Vicks.Cough? Vicks.Mosquito bite? Vicks.Heartbreak? Guess what — still Vicks. If you so much as sneezed, my mom didn’t ask for symptoms.She…
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The Weaponization of the Chancleta – The Puerto Rican Parenting Series
Let’s be real — the chancleta wasn’t just footwear.It was a disciplinary device, a GPS-guided missile, a warning shot, and a family tradition all in one. Our mothers didn’t need threats — they had range.She…
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Because I Said So — The Puerto Rican Parenting Series
“¡Porque yo dije!”That was the beginning and end of every argument in my house.No logic. No discussion. No “we’ll talk later.”Just instant obedience — or consequences. My mom didn’t negotiate. She demanded.You didn’t need to…
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Reparenting the Chaos
Sometimes I think my inner child and I are in a toxic relationship.She wants attention at the worst possible times — like right before a deadline or when I’m trying to sleep.She’s loud, dramatic, and…
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It’s Not Avoidance, It’s Selective Peace
Once upon a time, I used to respond to every text, every question, every “we need to talk.”Now? I respond when my nervous system says it’s safe. It’s not avoidance.It’s selective peace. Because not everything…
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Main Character in a Side Quest Era
This was supposed to be my healing era.My not-always-in-a-messy-bun, aligned-chakras, journaling-by-candlelight era. Instead, it’s giving: side quest energy.Nothing’s falling apart, but nothing’s exactly coming together either.Like I’m walking through life with a GPS that keeps…
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Emotional Support Main Character (a.k.a. We’re All Just Guessing)
Somehow, I became the emotional support friend.The one who knows how to calm everyone down, fix the vibe, crack a joke, and find the bright side when the ship is clearly sinking. It’s like the…
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Meanwhile, My Brain Said No
I have this bad habit of saying, “Yeah, sure!” when every cell in my body is screaming, “Absolutely not!”My face is already contorting, trying not to “say” what my mouth wants it to. Before I…
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Delulu Denise & the Phantom Refund Portal
It was a calm Tuesday.The inbox was quiet. The returns portal was sleeping peacefully.Not a refund in sight — just vibes, tracking numbers, and the faint hum of semi-sanity. And then, out of nowhere… she…
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Terms and Conditions of My Mood
Before engaging with me, please read the following agreement carefully.By proceeding, you acknowledge that I am a complex human being held together by snacks, sarcasm, and the occasional deep sigh. I am both sunshine and…
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I’m Not Overthinking, I’m Just Running All 47 Scenarios
I don’t overthink.I just analyze everything in extreme HD until my brain needs a nap and my soul wants a refund. It’s not anxiety — it’s research.I’m just trying to make sure I’ve emotionally, mentally,…
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Apologies I’ll Probably Never Say Out Loud
I owe a few (maybe more) people an apology.Not enough to actually reach out — let’s not get crazy —but enough to mentally whisper “my bad” before moving on with my day. So, here they…
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The Soft Girl Under the Spikes
I wasn’t born with an attitude — I built one.One eye roll, one sarcastic comment, one “don’t mess with me” look at a time.Mixed with the single raised eyebrow, the smirk, and the built-in RBF.…
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Chaos & Charm: Born This Way (Unfortunately)
The soundtrack of my childhood was Spanish music on repeat, people talking over each other, and at least a pot of rice on the stove at all times — ya know, in case of company.…
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I’m Not Arguing, I’m Just Passionately Explaining Why I’m Right
I don’t argue. I just raise my voice creativelywhile presenting a very sound, emotionally charged PowerPoint presentationthat everyone refuses to appreciate. People might say I’m “defensive.”Like, “Cógelo con take it easy, nena.”No, sweetie. I’m just…
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I Said I’m Healing, Not Holy
Listen—I’m doing the work.I journal. I breathe. I even let things go.(Ok, not everything, but like… a few things.) But every now and then, someone decides to test me,and my higher self has to physically…
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Main Character Malfunction
Some mornings, I wake up like I’m in a movie.The light hits just right, the playlist knows whassup,and for five whole minutes I’m the calm, centered, soft-life version of myself.(whatever that is) Then life rolls…
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Chaos Crowns Us. Magic Follows Us.
Some days it feels like the universe forgot to hit save.Everything glitches, people flake, the plan catches fire—and somehow you’re the one holding the extinguisher and the lighter. And there you are—staring at the mess…
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The Things I Don’t Say (Because Bail Money is Tight)
(aka: My Inner Voice Needs an NDA) There’s a whole monologue living rent-free in my head.Every time someone’s rude.Every time someone “just wants to play devil’s advocate.” Oh, I have soooo many things to say.But…
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Brain Says Rest, Anxiety Says “One More Thing”
(aka: The Bedtime Battle Royale) It’s 2:47 a.m.I’ve done the skincare.The hair’s up in a messy bun that could double as a weapon.The lights are off. The vibe is calm.My brain? LOUD.She waits all day…
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