I decided to make chicken and vegetable soup today. I know it’s hot for soup but I’m too tired to cook and eating out at restaurants is expensive. It’s simple. Place all the ingredients in one huge pot with broth, season, and cook. The aroma fills the air as it slowly cooks. Not only does it smell delicious, it also tastes delicious.


No one is ever excited about this meal, but they eat it and love it. 


His age has finally caught up with him. My fur baby is struggling to move. To help ease his pain I place a heating pad on his poor aching body. Naps are longer. He’s also eating less, even the foods he enjoys. Chuy has always been my little shadow. When he’s not following me everywhere, he begs me to carry him. And when I do carry him he places his head against my lips so I can smother him with kisses. I can feel his heartbeat and I wonder if he could hear my heart breaking. I can’t imagine not having him in my life. What will I do with myself once he’s gone?


“And can it be that in a world so full and busy, the loss of one creature makes a void so wide and deep that nothing but the width and depth of eternity can fill it up.”-Charles Dickens

The View

It was 98 degrees outside, and it was only nine o’clock in the morning. I stared outside at the sliding back door. I just finished listening to the world news. It’s depressing. It’s getting harder and harder to listen to the news. I slowly drank my coffee while I watched the birds eat and play in their bird bath. The sneaky squirrels trying to steal the stray cats food. It seemed peaceful outside, the complete opposite of what I just saw on the news.  While my mother was making me papa con huevo tacos the radio played “Will you still love me tomorrow?” by The Shirelles in the background. The smell of Sumantra coffee filled the air along with spices from my mother’s homemade salsa. I listened to my mother talk to her cat Lizzie with so much love and affection, I waited to see if Lizzie would reply back. We ate in silence looking outside the sliding back door enjoying each others company.    

Note to self: The kitchen is the heart of the home.   

Happy Faja Day

The kids who need the most love will ask for it in the most unloving ways. – Unknown 

This quote is the best way to explain my relationship with my stepfather when I was younger.  I was a little shit. Even though I gave him hell we had some good funny times.  

I was a prankster. Here’s a short list of things I would do to torture my dad. (For fun)  

  1. Once I glued coins with gorilla glue to our garage floor, it was at least three dollars’ worth. I just stood by and watched my dad struggle to pick up the coins.  
  1. I would lock my dad outside while he was working on the backyard, and I would pretend that I didn’t hear him knock to come back inside. 
  1. I used to loosen up the phone cord, that was mounted on our wall. So, when he would lift the phone handle the cord would drop out of its socket.  
  1. My dad would have to go to work extremely early around 4 am. At night I would turn his radio knob up. So, when he turned on his car the radio would be playing Tejano music full blast. 
  1. My dad had a room full of electrical appliances. My favorite was the cordless drill. I needed a screwdriver, but I found the cordless drill and it changed my life. After fixing everything I could with the cordless drill, I decided to drill holes into the wall. (Just for shits and giggles.) Every room in my dad’s house has random holes in the wall. 
  1. My family calls me the family goat because I would eat everything. I decided to make myself a salami sandwich while waiting for my parents to finish grocery shopping. When they finally got home, I told them that I ate a salami sandwich. My dad was so confused. He had to explain to me that we didn’t have salami, we had bologna. It turns out I ate spoiled bologna. This was karma.  

Thank you for sticking around.