Woke up one day and realized, “Hey, I am fifty (ish)”! Fifty is just a number but it comes with so many new experiences. For one, my monthly “visitor” is starting to say goodbye so hot flashes, mood swings, and fatigue comes to play. Forgetfulness is a problem, and we call them the “senior moment”. Eyeglasses are my favorite accessory or I cannot see what I am reading. My children have to repeat what they’ve said before it registers with me. Wow!!! I didn’t know being fifty(ish) will be this bad. To top it all, my once svelte figure is now a figure of a pig. Yes, a pig! They…
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Wallflower
It never occurred that wallflowers wilt, when the soil freezes over from a lack of warmth, and the roots that once reached out in all directions have been pulled up from the dirt. Silence is not as welcoming as it once was the lightness of it seeping into skin as easily as breathing– instead bled through with heavy-handed darkness, can’t be left alone to think lest it settle across my shoulders once again. The fear keeps from taking things in when I most wanted to remember. (by Ana-Sofia Muñoz) (Written by my daughter and was featured in “An Ode to the Writing Process: Writing in the Raw” /HLPUSD Literary Magazine).…
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Why Blog?
Why Blog? Well, why not? Since my high school and college days, I have always wanted to write. It is a passion that not many knew about me. I believe I got this passion from my paternal grandmother who wrote a lot of poems during her younger days. I was very little when I first read a poem that my grandmother wrote me. It touched my heart and made me felt so special. She thought about me. She cared for me. She loved me. Those were the messages conveyed in the poem I received from her. Years later, I started writing myself. I began writing poems after my very first…
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A Woman’s Heart
A woman’s heart is hers to keep But, a woman, who is a mother, she gives to her children A woman, who is a wife, she gives to her husband No matter how a woman should keep her own heart, She chooses to love, to care, to sacrifice Because a woman, who is a mother, and a wife was made this way, Selfless, benevolent, and generous A woman’s heart is fragile but strong, an oxymoron, but it is true A woman’s heart is unassuming and kind and rich with compassion A woman’s heart is with substance, overflowing with a sense of atonement and contrition Never ceases to amaze…
