Category: Love, Me (Open Letters)

Open letters to those around me….
The good, the bad, and the just plain rambling!!

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Mojitos & Munchkins Gives Back

Dear World, Thanks to a recent post by Eventbrite, I’m left reflecting on how I choose to give back and better this universe I live in. Charitable donations have always been held close to my heart, and as a family, we have chosen companies and organizations that we dedicate a portion of our finances to each year. When it comes to making donations, it easily feels like there are thousands of people, families, groups, organizations, and companies that are in need of our contributions. Every day as I scroll through my Facebook feed, there is tragedy, trauma and unmistakable pain. My...

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The Newest Mammarazi on the Block

Dear Mojitos & Munchkins family, It is no secret that I like love strongly adore photographing my children. Where they see me, they see a mom fanatically taking photos. My mammarazi’ing has taken on different phases throughout my years. Pre-children, I could be seen proudly carrying around my Digital SLR camera, properly worn around my neck while shooting, and just-as-properly put away in its’ traveling case when I wasn’t. Child #1 came around, and I continued to document every big (and small) milestone, but eventually gave up on “properly” wearing the neck strap. After all, kids move so damn fast that...

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Mojitos & Munchkins Published on Scary Mommy

Some of you may remember that I had a recent article posted on Scary Mommy. It all happened so quickly, and my writing on this particular day so charged and full of emotion, that I didn’t get a chance to archive it on my little ol’ blog. So here it is… An Open Letter From a Teacher To Her Students: You Are Loved I am proud of this piece. Both as an educator and, more importantly, as a human being. To my immigrant and refugee students, I am a better educator because I have worked with you. You have taught me...

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Dear Sunday Morning…

Once a year, I wake up as a mid-30’s, mom of three who is well rested and surrounded by absolute silence. I am covered by the sheets of a king-sized bed that I have all to myself, I can roll over and flip through non-cartooned channels for as long as I want, someone else makes me breakfast… And cleans up after me. Once a year, I take a “mental business trip” to restore my sanity, stock up on alone time, and pee in private. This tradition started off on a horribly sad and tragic note, as I began setting aside this ME DAY...

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A letter to my daughter, the night before her brain MRI

To my beautiful, precious, innocent daughter: I love you. In your four short years of life, you have had quite the adventure! You started life interesting, seeking medical help to assist mommy & daddy in having you. Weekly shots kept you tucked in safe and warm when preterm labor threatened to give you an eviction notice way too early. You were in the clear. You made it. Still in utero, you tried stealing the spotlight once again, requiring an echocardiogram while in the womb following some abnormality in your heart beats. We were relieved to be cleared of congenital heart conditions before you came into...

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Five Minute Friday:: Middle

I have teamed up with a wonderful team of bloggers who participate in “Five Minute Friday.” Here’s the skinny: Every Friday for nearly four years hundreds of people joined a kind of writing flash mob. We write for five minutes flat. All on the same prompt that is posted by the the team starting at 10pm EST on Thursday night and all through Friday. And we connect on Twitter with the hashtag #FMFParty (It stands for Five Minute Friday Party). No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real. The prompt for this week: MIDDLE  – – – – –...

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Published on Scary Mommy?? PINCH ME!!

As the calendar turned to 2017, I sat down and wrote out a few blogging goals for the new year. My blog started out as a hobby, an outlet that allowed me to write my feelings and stories out, and proved thearapeutic. I never saw it as anything more than that. Recently, I’ve taken some risks and put myself “out there” in the blogging world. That vulnerability has been well received and I have appreciated every second of it. I feel like I’m finding a niche that I’m passionate about, and thus far enjoying the journey. As I wrote out...

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Can We Stop With Evening Activities Already??

Dear World, Can we all just agree that evening activities are AWFUL? I get it, my kid likes basketball…. I get it, my kid is good at gymnastics. I get it… Being on a team shapes a person and builds skills that they otherwise wouldn’t have. Yadda, yadda, yadda. I still think it’s RIDICULOUS that we spend our nights carting kids around, doing kid swaps if you’re lucky enough to not fly solo, high-fiving family members court side while grabbing half your team to shuttle to the next destination, stuffing our faces with what we try to pass as “dinner” so...

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“Do bad guys live in caves?”

Dear M, From the backseat this morning, you innocently asked a question that has me stumped. Straight from the mouth of your 4-year old innocence, and from the depths of your kind soul, you cautiously asked, “Mommy, do bad guys live in caves or in houses?” My initial response wavered somewhere around starting a legend where YES, bad guys only lived in caves. Deep, dark, locked caves below the surface of the earth where their improper thoughts and impure plans never came to fruition because they weren’t able to physically be near you. As a mom to tiny people, do I...

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When Did You Stop Holding My Hand?

Dear B, Today while walking you out to the bus, a wave of nostalgia ran over me. It dawned on me that we weren’t holding hands. You were walking by yourself. Independently of me. Almost as if you didn’t need me. Yes, yes, you are 7 years old. You certainly don’t NEED me to hold your hand. You know the path, you know the route, you’re steady on your feet. But you held my hand long after these things were in tact as a toddler. Ya know that organic happening where we are walking next to each other and your...

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