Posts by author: Ivonne
“Remember… you were always the gold, Ivonne” thank fuck for friends who do their best to remind you.
A friend shared this yesterday and it hit me hard, especially when you’ve been labeled and perceived to be in the “too much” camp. I’ve always said that I would rather try and fail than not try at all. Some of the best lessons I have learned have been in my failures. My mouth gets […]
Boundaries. There’s all this talk about them as of late. For those of us acknowledging our internal work and process, a lot of us are learning what these are. I have been in boundary boot camp for the past couple of years, learning to have them because for all intents and purposes, I just didn’t. […]
Never does one feel so small than when you stand at the prescipice of nature’s wonder. That is where I ended the last year and started the new one. Same sea, different latitude and longitude. I almost didn’t make the pilgrimage home for a variety of reasons but I knew that seeing my Parents was […]
I try not to “resolve” cause let’s face it, most people set really unrealistic goals. Considering what 2019 was? Bitch. I got this shit.
Wow. Can we all agree in saying, “What. The. Fuck. Was. THAT?” 2019? You rude. Even with what feels like what was one of the most brutal years in recent history, I can’t help but be thankful for what it brought, what it revealed and what it taught me. There comes a time when you […]
We were both there when we met. We were both there when we chose to unite our lives. We were there when our amazing child came into the world. And we were there when we both put ink to paper, choosing to close the chapter of our marriage. Together. “It is one of the hardest […]
It’s Thanksgiving morning, the skies are windy and stormy. Water in the sky. It’s a bittersweet lullaby, the silence of solitude and the light echoes of feline paws touching the floor… and the thoughts race, not so silently. Never is the morning more silent than when the first of many different firsts arrive. They say […]
It’s a quiet Saturday, now afternoon. It rained last night and it really feels like the beginning of Autumn, at least for as much Autumn as San Diego will feel anyway. The smell of petrichor and earth mixing with our own… pipe tobacco candle, bacon, coffee, browned butter. My girl, peacefully sleeping on the couch […]
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