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...

Don’t Believe The Hype

… Or don’t get seduced by attention. Last week, I talked about being on a roller coaster (still on it and screaming like a little girl the whole way) AND learning to embrace it. The parts of the roller coaster ride but I really do enjoy are the swings back up and get...

The Practice of Small Magic

If you’ve been following my “small magic” journey, you know performing it requires no equipment, special training or preparation. It does, however, take PRACTICE. There are plenty of days I wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something distracts me or derails my...

I’m A Bully

For some time something I did back in college has been bothering me. I’d say haunt but I think that puts too much of the pain on me and not on the person who it was inflicted on. The pain isn’t mine to get rid of. I should always feel this way because I did it. I’m...

Unless You’re Bleeding…

Or your house is on fire… That’s what my mom always says when she’s had enough of family time. We’re a big Latin family who then divorced and remarried into a cracker family and ALL of us get together at every occasion…holidays, birthdays, anniversaries, Super Bowl,...

My Mom Knows Everything

But don’t tell her I said so… When I was eighteen years old, it was legal for 18 year olds to drink. I went out on a Saturday night with all my friends and we would go to a bar called Cap’n D’s ( the name has been changed to protect the innocent….maybe). Anyway, on...