The Life of an Adult Child of an Alcoholic
Last month I finally sat down and watched the rest of the documentary, Stopping Traffic. I had previously watched the first half a month earlier. I believe that I have had it in my Amazon Prime watch list for more than a year, so it really took some time to muster up the emotions or […]
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Read MoreAs I sit here, next to you I think of all these moments of time. The moments of my life, so long ago. My life was adventurous. My life had promise. My life had excitement of new loves, new experiences. Not everyone gets to live the high life of fun times in West Hollywood’s clubs […]
Read MoreGrace by definition is: simple elegance or refinement of movement or in Christian belief – the free and unmerited favor of God, as manifested in the salvation of sinners and the bestowal of blessings. Besides “Grace” being one of my birth names, translated from Spanish, Grace has many meanings for me and what I consider Grace […]
Read MoreIt has been many years since I finished Evolving to Grace. Since then, I’ve come a long way from being that woman that was confused by what life was having her go through. I learned that whatever happens to us or the people that come into our lives are all opportunities for us to learn […]
Read MoreIn Evolving to Grace my first dedication is to “DD”- Duran Duran. I wrote briefly in EtG about how I used to listen to their music, dreaming of going on tour with them, photographing them. “MTV had just aired a few years earlier, and punk and New Wave music trends were happening across the country, and […]
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Read MoreFrom Me to You, I first started this book twenty years ago after an incident I’d had with my pimp in Hollywood who had worked the streets for ten years before moving the business in-house. It was the night that I first saw how off track my life had veered and I was scared. I […]
Read MoreWhat remains after the butterfly has gone. What remains is sorrow—that I won’t have one last kiss. What remains is loneliness—that I won’t have one last embrace. What remains is bitterness—that you had to leave me so soon. What remains is guilt—that I wasn’t there for you in the end. What remains is disbelief—that you’re […]
Read MoreDuring our lives, we had received tender touches by my mom at times; all us girls would jump in her bed and have her scratch our backs. We’d have a balance of humor from our dad and actual interaction, like when he’d play with us in the ocean or like that one time we all […]
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