Happy Holidays!

Peace, Hope and Love!

During a time when hope, love and understanding may feel as if in short supply due to a contentious political climate, I pray we pause and reflect on the year, come to terms with out own misgivings  and welcome the new year with an open mind and renewed optimism.

After much reflection as to how to best use this space, I decided to dedicate this site in support of  Latina teens [who] have the highest suicide attempts in the US, especially now, during a time when Latina teens may feel the most unwelcome, caught between their journey into adulthood and a myriad of opinions around immigration. Their world should not feel as if falling apart during a time when their possibilities and opportunities are ahead of them and only beginning. The glass ceiling for Latina teens should not be set at adolescence.

For those who have enjoyed reading posts at Rinconez, I thank you for following and for your enthusiasm and feedback. I have enjoyed sharing, growing as a writer and the fellowship of the Word Press blogging and writing community. Your passion, creativity and talent have been an inspiration to me.

Best wishes for the New Year,


Embarrassing Moments


We’ve all had our share of embarrassing moments. I know I have, especially, when meeting someone for the first time.  Making that first great impression does not always go well and can be nerve-wrecking when meeting someone we admire.

My friend Jennifer shared a story on Book Riot about meeting one of her favorite authors. I will not name drop or spoil the ending. Her story is one of three finalists in a giveaway!

Read her story and two other very funny tales.

Vote for your favorite embarrassing author encounter story HERE.

And, share your own in the comments.


Red Polka Dots

Sing when you feel lonely
Dance when your heart is blue
Wander into the garden
Find yourself anew

Let curiosity guide you
Under a magical sky
Ride horses to castles
Hidden among clouds

Follow the beckoning ferns
Into the treasure hunt
Seek and find the lady bugs
Bright, red polka dots of joy



As a child one of my favorite pastimes was to hunt for lady bugs among the plants and flowers in the garden. I would crouch down, wait and scan between the greenery for a tiny spec of red, for the subtlest movement, for a sign of life. The shooting in Orlando at the Pulse nightclub on June 12, 2016 taints life-embracing crimson-rich stories, replaces their images with the death and mayhem of a gunman walking among the living in search for the subtlest sign of life to blow it out.


I will not let this gunman become the new bogeyman of my psyche. I will seek polka-dotted lady bugs, buy red carnations, stop to smell the crimson roses in my garden, plant scarlet lipstick kisses on my children’s cheeks and bite into the decadent tartness of a bowl of cherries. I will not be lost in Wonderland. I will find my way home. And, I pray that we each do, too.

Then, there are days when

You get one of the twice-weekly emails from Leo Babauta, and it simply sums up the latest rendition of your life. Rinconez has been on hiatus. I miss connecting with you.  I have a yearning for making a better connection with you, but am having trouble formulating the vision. When this happens, I tend to go into deep thinking mode, and, yes, get quiet. But, it’s OK. Sometimes, I simply get impatient with myself and too often take much more on than I can handle. Some days, you really do feel like you just have nothing, but then you pause and realize, you probably already had something all along.

Some Days, You Just Have Nothing

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