Vote Of Confidence...

Been staying away from the internet a bit. The energy across the stratosphere seemed heavy. After election night the comments were running rampant to the point I saw people I love become strangers right in front of my eyes. Their personalities shifted to this angry and frustrated beings which at that point I decided that if I ever wanted to once again engaged with them I would have to:

A. Hide statuses on Facebook. 

B. Unfriend them.( MD weapon used by many) 

C.  Unplug.

I chose C. I worked offline and worked in the real world allowing me to make a few new contacts and attend a few local events. 

But I did have an opinion and I did want to hash it out with someone. The difference between those on Facebook and me? I chose Baby M. to do the complaining to. She listen attentively to my state of the union and her repeating the names of the candidates is one of the funniest things ever.

Last night was opening night for Ms.M. I am in awe of her. The confidence, persistence and determination with her work is admirable. The way she is with her friends, her sister and brother... with me. 

I hope she always keeps that fighting spirit and I hope she never quits doing what she loves.

Its almost Monday a brand new week. I for one am getting tired of hiding and I won't follow suit. I am here to tell you that I am not obedient or well behaved and more times than not I love rocking the boat. But after much thought and reflection I have chosen to stand in the corner naked... Cry out even in public. Because I can do vulnerability. Not for long because my soul gets bored with any party including the pity ones. I can also tell you there is nothing poetic here just another one of my rebellious yell for the sake of self expression.

Hope each one of you is having a great weekend.

Stay Sweet Peeps...

A Mouse...Knights... Ready For Battle.

If you give a mouse a cookie he will ask you for a glass of milk...

That was the very first theater production she ever watched and just like the mouse... if you take a girl to a theater she too will want to be up there. On the main stage under the bright lights becoming a new character with a new story to tell  every single time. She is endlessly fascinated with the theater and the theater has allowed her to be a fairy, a servant, an orphan, a mother, a queen and many other fairy tale characters and each time is obvious she falls in love with the theater more and more each day...

1st play Sleeping Beauty Legend of Briar Rose

The play was a success and it closed to a full house. Watching children work so hard, determined and focused makes my heart so happy. Just when I think that future generations don't have the spunk and the will to create bigger and better I am proven wrong. Just like I proved my parents wrong when they thought my generation had no strength and ingenuity. I attended a show comprised of children and it is clear to me that there is hope. Children want acknowledgement and they truly want to work hard and together.

Children's Theater 

A Monster Ate My Homework.

Maia has grown leaps and bounds and I continue walking this path in awe watching her grow and develop into a beautiful young lady.

Scheherazade , Hansel and Gretel, Cinderella

But there were also many times this weekend where sadness tried to creep up... even though I was happy for her I felt waves of sadness... The need that I had to share life with my brother was great and his absence was felt once again so deeply...





So, I went around trying to banish all those dark corners in my head....Proud as if I stood tall on a hill...
I waved rainbows and white flags through our clear skies. I kept beckoning the sugar sweet of life and life delivered by providing me with the time to spend with friends and family -which always helps in the healing process.  My family like an army comprised of the most powerful knights fought all the monsters that were threatening my happiness and they were victorious...

My friend Cassandra visiting from out of town.

We made some Chicken and Shrimp Kabobs 

I was back after a few hours of hiding in dark corners and came back triumphant because after all we all know who the real knight is and who was truly exhausted after battling all those horrible creatures...







Have a great week peeps...

Truth Memorialized...

If everything we write and publish is meant to be full of truth then I must tell you my bedroom is a mess...
His clothes are everywhere along with a few mismatched outfits of mine...
The garden is holding onto some weeds and the pool water is cloudy...

If poems are meant to invoke some feeling then I must tell you that I have been hungry, cold and felt unwanted many times. I have known abuse and violence... but have not fallen as a victim of...

If I was Van Gogh I would paint sunflowers...

If I could paint you a painting...
I would articulate all my shapes by juxtaposing surfaces of different intensity... 
So you could see...

If you and I are branches from the same tree then I must tell you...
Not only do I love you but you are so beautiful...

I wish I could show you.

I wish I could show you...

All of me.

I wish like a blanket I could lay my whole life into the earth and like magic it would sprout, grow and bloom into a field of sunflowers .



I wish I could tell you everything that is within me and what I perceive to be real...
And I continue to dig deep looking for the right words and you continue to reach and my fingers are grasping...

They are holding onto so much hope, dreams and love...
The one that particularly moves me is love...
And if tomorrow never comes let me make sure you know...

I... Love... You...


This weekend is opening night at the theatre...
The divine Ms. M (Maia) opens her last production of the season...
This time she plays the bride of Dracula. Can't wait to show you the pictures of the production on stage.
She is excited of this new role and we know she will be the best bride Count Dracula ever had...



This weekend I will be that one Momma with the very talented girl on stage- while said Momma will virtually swallow all of her tears in the privacy of a dark theatre... because I am that moved every-time she comes in to the stage.




Have a great Memorial Day weekend peeps... Stay Sweet !

An Ode To Maia...

On Friday I watched in amazement at another opening night at the theater.
Thanks to Maia.
Applause please... and  bow.

She has entertained me, delighted me, and made me fall in love with her... over and over again.
I hope she always knows how lovely she is.
I guess all moms feel this way... and I apologize for gushing...but every time she walked on that stage somehow and someway...

The lights shine brighter... the music would become more intense... the play became better...

Cinderella 2011.

 And I watch her with such amazement mainly because as it happens at no time I've truly encourage her in this process.

Sleeping Beauty.

I've let her be.

Scheherazade 2009.

I am no stage mom. I am actually a bad influence on at least a monthly basis I try to convince her to miss rehearsals... stay with me watch a movie.
I guess that is why she might be in one of those movies one day and I cant even fathom the idea of attaining such goal.

Many times I have given her the option to quit and have more free time like the other kids have...

For her to indulge in whatever she chooses... even if it constitutes a flat screen.
But luckily she ignores me and continues...

Hansel & Gretel 2010

Steady...strong ... logical.
At times I wonder... really?
Did I have something to do with her... with her creation?
Because to me she is perfect.
And like I said... I guess all mothers must be feel this way but I was afraid that everyone at that theater could smell it coming out of my pores....

Pride...

A celebratory Hot Cocoa with Caramel and Chocolate Syrup.

Like a lioness watching her cub...
Just pride...

 If I was John Keats I would've written something like this...

Fragment of an Ode to Maia


MOTHER of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! 
   May I sing to thee 
As thou wast hymned on the shores of Baiae? 
   Or may I woo thee 
In earlier Sicilian? or thy smiles 
Seek as they once were sought, in Grecian isles, 
By bards who died content on pleasant sward, 
   Leaving great verse unto a little clan? 
O give me their old vigour! and unheard 
   Save of the quiet primrose, and the span 
   Of heaven, and few ears, 
Rounded by thee, my song should die away 
   Content as theirs, 
Rich in the simple worship of a day.



I hope your weekend was filled with sweet moments...

Now and before I go I want to invite you to read my guest post at Indie Ogden tomorrow... Mikki will be our guest blog here at La Dulce Vida on Monday and I will be guest blogging on hers...
Please visit us then.