The strong women in my life

wrote this post in November 2012. My friend Bridgette suggested I repost for Mother’s Day. So I did two years ago and last year and am doing it again this year. 

This is a tribute to all the strong women and mothers (in whatever form of mom you are) I know. You have the hardest job in the world and definitely deserve more than just one day of celebrations.

For those of you who have lost their mothers, I’m so sorry. I hope you can reflect on all of the good memories you hold dear. 

Happy Mother’s Day!

I keep a notebook in my work bag where I scribble down post ideas or many times an actual post. A lot of times it is easier for me to find my voice if I jot it down on paper first and type later.

I also keep a notepad in my purse in case an idea comes and I don’t want to forget it.

I have a lot of ideas and little time to make them into something. But I have them at least documented for a post down the road. And if you have asked me about something, it is written down … Continue reading

Grandma Phyllis

Curt’s grandma, Grandma Phyllis, died Friday morning.

Grandma Phyllis was 87 and a feisty woman.

I first met Curt’s whole family at a family reunion in May 2000. Everyone was kind and accepting of me and I felt very welcomed.

Soon after that I started e-mailing with Curt’s grandma. She always signed her e-mails Grandma Phyllis. So before we were married or even engaged I called her that.

She made me feel like one of her grandchildren immediately. And there was no doubt that she loved me.

I was lucky enough to get to spend some quality time alone with her on occasion, like the time she came to visit Curt in Portland. Or when she and I had a girls’ sleepover at her house.

She had a great laugh. And if something was funny enough you could bring her to tears. Like the time she and Curt’s parents were visiting us in Oakland for Christmas and I opened a gag gift from my grandma or the time Curt and I were moving from Oregon to Phoenix and we stayed with her in San Diego for a few days and Joey wasn’t allowed in a particular room so his little … Continue reading

The strong women in my life

I wrote this post back in November. My friend Bridgette suggested I repost for Mother’s Day.

This is a tribute to all the strong women and mothers (in whatever form of mom you are) I know. You have the hardest job in the world and definitely deserve more than just one day of celebrations.

Happy Mother’s Day!

I keep a notebook in my work bag where I scribble down post ideas or many times an actual post. A lot of times it is easier for me to find my voice if I jot it down on paper first and type later.

I also keep a notepad in my purse in case an idea comes and I don’t want to forget it.

I have a lot of ideas and little time to make them into something. But I have them at least documented for a post down the road. And if you have asked me about something, it is written down in the notebook or on a stickie and I will eventually get to it.

The whole job thing really gets in the way of the blog.

Anyway, today’s post actually morphed from another feverish jotting down of a … Continue reading

The strong women in my life

I keep a notebook in my work bag where I scribble down post ideas or many times an actual post. A lot of times it is easier for me to find my voice if I jot it down on paper first and type later.

I also keep a notepad in my purse in case an idea comes and I don’t want to forget it.

I have a lot of ideas and little time to make them into something. But I have them at least documented for a post down the road. And if you have asked me about something, it is written down in the notebook or on a stickie and I will eventually get to it.

The whole job thing really gets in the way of the blog.

Anyway, today’s post actually morphed from another feverish jotting down of a different post, which made the blog last month.

Today’s post is a tribute to all the strong women in my life.

But the actual post is about three particular women.

I have strong women in my life.

I was lucky enough to grow up with very different, very unique and very strong women to look up to and strive … Continue reading

Mi familia

I spent a good amount of time last week at the hospital visiting my grandpa. (I was there every day for four days in a row. I also visited with him twice the day before he headed to the hospital.)

Last Tuesday my grandpa had surgery. I spent between 6-7 hours in the surgery waiting room. That’s a lot of people watching.

I am 75% Mexican American. I have a mother who is 100% Mexican American and a father who is 50% Mexican American; 25% Czech American; and 25% Irish American. (My grandpa is 50% Czech American and 50% Irish American.)

I identify with all parts of my ethnic upbringing. The most prominent, of course, is being a Mexican American.

I observed a couple of different Mexican families in the waiting room. Family is very important to Mexicans and Mexican Americans. (I realize it is important to other cultures as well. But I observed the love and loyalty of Mexican families last week. And Tucson is full of them.)

According to this Kwintessential link, the family is at the center of the social structure. Families are still generally large. The extended family is as important as the nuclear family since … Continue reading