Build Bridges. Not Walls.

This weekend, I finished reading a book called I’m Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter, by Erika L. Sánchez. As I read the last few pages, I munched on some left-over pan de muerto (bread of the dead) that I had purchased for my students to eat on Friday, as they learned about the Día de los Muertos. As I

Friendship in Times of Joy

In an era when friendship can be tallied on social media and include people whom we never met, one sometimes can wonder what really means to have a friend in 2019. The line that divided friends from acquaintances have become blurred and the true meaning of the word faded along the way.  Today, however, I

I’m a shitty mom. Or am I?

Just a few weeks ago, at a friendly gathering at my neighbor’s house, he brought to my attention that I am a ‘shitty’ mom. The statement wasn’t as blunt as ‘You’re a shitty mom, Angelica.’ But, as soon as I finished explaining a new project that I was working on for my job, he brought

The Melting Pot

I just came back from a 5-day trip to New York and am trying to readjust to my suburban life in Tennessee. I keep thinking that if I could transport my house to Manhattan I would be a millionaire. But would I want to do that? Probably not. My house is too big and it

To blog, or not to blog, that is the question

I have debated about creating a blog for years. I always felt that, in order to be successful, a blog must have millions of followers. But, recently, I had an epiphany. As as watched my daughters laugh hysterically at someone smashing her face into a piece of bread and I noticed the millions of views,