Nana and the Small Magic of Just Being Yourself

My Nana was the original character. She would have the entire family over for Sunday lunch and make enough food for five Sunday lunches. Imagine getting off the elevator in her apartment building and smelling the aroma of sauce and meatballs all the way down at the...

Small Magic and The Law of Relativity

I’m not rich. I don’t have $1 million in my bank account waiting for me to spend on something extravagant. Hell, I don’t have $1,000 in my bank account waiting for me to spend on something I need. But I do have my bills paid, food, a roof over my head, clothes and...

SMALL MAGIC and Unconditional Love

Something my mom taught all of us kids (she has four girls and two boys) at a very early age was the small magic of unconditional love. Now, let’s define with that means in our family. That doesn’t mean that we don’t get scolded, sent to our rooms or spanked with a...

SMALL MAGIC and Authenticity

Remember last time I introduced you to the original small magician, my mom, Mama Sandra. I know that she’s the person who taught me so many lessons and molded me into the person I am today AND I promised to share those small magic lessons with you. As mentioned...

Where Did SMALL MAGIC Start?

Meet Sandra Chewning. She is my 5’1″, 70-something Cuban mom (She’s the one in the middle). She got married at 19 and had me at 20. In those days, women got married, had babies, and stayed at home. That was the plan. When I was 18, my parents divorced, and my mother,...

Transformation Through Small Magic

It’s been a while since I’ve posted. I’ve been trying to make sure what I write is perfect and it dawned on me: That’s the excuse I’ve been using for not posting. From here on out you’ll be getting the not so polished, real, authentic me. So, here I go. The last six...