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Day 30 – A Day of Work, Work, Work

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To My Little Princess,

What a day this has been. Mami woke up to edit for a client, transfer my website to a new server, edit for another client, and work some more.

I am sorry for not being as attentive as you needed me to be, but I am glad that I got to hold you in my arms while I worked. You got to play with my hair and fall asleep on my chest.

I know that there will be many more days where I will have to work around the clock in order to establish my business.

I hope that this will be a temporary process and the income will flow in from Eat Like A Vegan and my Healthy Living Consultations.

I have faith that things will get better, soon, and we wont have to fret about whether or not you can run around and drop food on the floor here and there.

Grandma has been gracious enough to let us stay here for the month, but our time here is coming to an end soon. We have to find a place to live.

Luckily, Daddy has a job interview on Wednesday, and I am keeping my fingers crossed that he gets it. That would be so awesome, because he has been working part-time. But, we shall see what the future holds.

I am pushing through, applying to jobs, and continuing my efforts.

I really hate the thought of having to leave you for 50 hours a week, so I am trying my best not to have to, baby girl.

Now that it nears 5 a.m., it’s time for Mami to get some sleep.

Everyday of my life,

Mami Loves You

About this Series:
In honor of Latino Heritage Month, I will write 30 letters for 30 days to my beautiful daughter. This series is entitled, Mami Loves You. In these letters, I will tell her about the world around her, and reflect on her development.

Each Tuesday and Thursday, I will honor a Latina woman that I believe is a great role model for my daughter to admire. Through these letters, I pay homage to my role as a mother, and I will teach my daughter about one of the cultures that has birthed her.

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Day 28 – Prisoner of Love

To My Love,

Hello, my sweet. You are rest, right now, and I am right besides you. I have a super long to-do list, but, even in your sleep, you want all of my attention.

Today has been an odd day for me. I was up much of last night working on my second book, editing my website, setting up the course material for DDFS, and I didnt get to sleep until about 8 a.m.

I woke up around 10:30 am because I had a meeting scheduled with Francesca, who has been a guiding light these past 6 months. She’s helped turn me into a more competent business woman. Today, she and I talked about my course design, workshops, and pricing. She’s been super helpful in helping me turn my skills into a business.


You’ve been clingy much of the day. I am sure that you can feel how preoccupied I am with thoughts in order to secure our survival.

Because I have been so busy trying to build my businesses, I am just going to lay here next to you while you sleep and comfort you.

You’re more important to me than all of the money in the world. Mami is just trying to secure our financial future.

This series is coming to a close in just a few more days, but I have decided to keep writing to you at least a few times a week.

I cannot wait until you’re old enough to read these letters.

Every day,
Mami Loves You

About this Series:
In honor of Latino Heritage Month, I will write 30 letters for 30 days to my beautiful daughter. This series is entitled, Mami Loves You. In these letters, I will tell her about the world around her, and reflect on her development.

Each Tuesday and Thursday, I will honor a Latina woman that I believe is a great role model for my daughter to admire. Through these letters, I pay homage to my role as a mother, and I will teach my daughter about one of the cultures that has birthed her.

To Subscribe to the series Mami Loves You, follow the link: and fill out the form.

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Day 14 – Packing Up Boxes

To My Active Baby,

Daddy and I have been packing all day in preparation for our move tomorrow.

We weren’t able to get the money together for a new apartment, so we are putting almost everything in storage and staying with my mother for a month or until we can save up enough for a decent apartment.

It’s been a bit of a chore trying to get things done with a toddler in the house, because you require a lot of attention.

Every time I finish packing up a box, I turn around to find you unpacking it.

you unpacking

you unpacking

I tried putting you inside of a box with some toys, but you weren’t very fond of that.  You started crying, so I had to take you out.

I don’t really have much to say today, because I am really tired and you’re crying, right now.

I hope that this short journey back to my mom’s house proves to be a good time for you.  I know that your grandma is super excited to have you around every day and waking her up in the middle of the night.

I can only hope that you never have to experience the financial difficulties that your Daddy and I have had to contend with this past year.

Hopefully, he can find a full-time job, soon, and Organic Melinda takes off, so that we can provide you with the stable home that you deserve.

With hope,

Mami Loves You

About this Series:

In honor of Latino Heritage Month, I will write 30 letters for 30 days to my beautiful daughter. This series is entitled, Mami Loves You. In these letters, I will tell her about the world around her, and reflect on her development.

Each Tuesday and Thursday, I will honor a Latina woman that I believe is a great role model for my daughter to admire. Through these letters, I pay homage to my role as a mother, and I will teach my daughter about one of the cultures that has birthed her.

To Subscribe to the series Mami Loves You, follow the link: and fill out the form.


Confronting Mommy Guilt

I never really felt loved as a child.  Perhaps, this is the sentiment of many middle children – the older kid gets the attention, and when it’s your turn, another kid is born.

As excited as I was to be a big sister when my baby brother was born, I felt cheated  by the lack of attention my mother was able to afford me.

Naturally, then, when my daughter was born, I, often, feared that she would feel as unloved as I did growing up.

I felt like I had to spend every waking moment of my day by her side, and needing a break or leaving her with someone else was selfish.  After all, I birthed her. She was MY responsibility, right? And, I wanted her to feel loved!

Regardless of how far feminism has come, women are still the primary parents, in my experience, during the early stages of child development.  I’ve discussed many times why I believe this to be the case.

Some reasons are:

1. Many men have not been socialized to be caregivers.

2. Many men feel incompetent taking care of young children.

3. Some men just feel like it’s the mother’s responsibility.

4. Some men aren’t present.

5. Even when the dad is present and wants to help, the baby wants mommy, anyways.

All of the reading and mommy blogs do not prepare you for the transition from living as an individual to having a small human being be 100% reliant on you for everything at ALL times of the day.

What does this really mean?

Being a mom is HARD, and it’s a lot of work.

The days of peeing and/or pooping in peace are long gone. Much of your spontaneity is lost, and your sense of adventure is limited by your need to always be prepared to meet the needs/demands of your baby.

Naturally, after 16 months of nonstop, around the clock baby time, I began to feel worn out.

Well, let me back up a little bit.  It was not being a mom that made me feel worn out. It was juggling starting my own business (Organic Melinda), writing and editing L.I.V².E.,  marketing, applying to PhD programs, and learning that I had spinal injuries ON TOP of being a mom that overwhelmed me.

So, a few days ago, after not sleeping for a few weeks to get the book together, I had a little break down.  I had to work around the clock and through the baby’s naps and sleep time to complete the project. I mean, seriously,  I am blogging now at 5:30 a.m. while my daughter plays with my hair to soothe herself back to sleep.

I called my sister crying because I, actually, (God Forbid) doubted my decision to be a mother for a moment.

I had a particularly rough day.

My daughter’s father was out the entire day, and I was trying to listen in on a workshop about how to better build an internet company.  At the same time, I was communicating with people about how we could market L.I.V².E.and my daughter was having one of her “mommy hold me all day, every day” moments.

So, there I was, sitting on a computer chair, listening to a talk, emailing, and I had my daughter in my arms.

On top of all of that, I discovered that I have nerve damage in my left arm a couple of weeks ago, which sucks doubly, because I am left-handed.  I had received physical therapy in my arm to start healing the nerve damage.

And, of course, my daughter in all of her toddler glory decided that she did not want to lean against my chest. NOPE. She was going to put all of her body weight on my left arm, which was causing me excruciating pain.

So, once again – I was sitting at my computer desk, listening to a chat on web marketing, sending emails, and holding my daughter who was causing me a ton of pain.

I tried to reposition her like 20 times, before I just got pissed off, and I put her on the floor.

She was letting out her banshee, toddler, how dare you not hold me screams.  Just non-stop, and the exhausted human side of me just wanted to scream, SHUT THE EFF UP!

But, I didn’t.

Instead, I took out my frustration on the lecture by turning it off and cried with her. Begging her to please just stop crying.

Mommy is trying to hold you, babeh, but you’re causing mommy a lot of pain. Just calm down, my love. Please. I beg you. You are hurting momma, and that’s not nice. 

I mean,  there I was trying to rationalize with a 17 month old begging her to please relax while I, myself, was crying.

That’s what predated the call to my sister.

Please, take this kid. I cannot take it any more. Right now, I wish I had an….

What a shitty thing to say about the one person who I love most in the entire world.

I cannot even type it out, because I know that I do not feel that way. I know that while I advise women to please take their “me” time and not try to be a super hero, I was still trying to be one myself.

I cracked, and I felt and still feel like shit about the horrible thing that I said.

And, so, here I am blogging about it, because I know I am not the only woman who has said some shitty, shitty comment in a moment of utter and complete stress.

I knew my sister probably judged me, and thought I was a total bitch for my comment.

But, let’s be honest – being a working mom is really fugging hard.

I, literally, forwent showers last week, just because I couldn’t get to certain tasks and I would just pass out on the couch.

Following the terrible statement and the deep feeling of shame and guilt that I could ever utter such a thing about my daughter, who I love more than life, I realized that I really just needed to relax.

I took too much on too fast, due to the urgency of our financial situation and the fact that we are on the verge of homelessness.

I have to build Organic Melinda. I have to find a way to make the money that I need for my security deposit and to make sure we have a decent apartment to live in.

So, the solution – stop trying to do everything myself ALL at once. It’s not going to happen. I am just going to be frustrated, and my beautiful daughter is going to pick up on my energy and be antsy, too, which is probably why she wanted me to hold her nonstop all week.

Now, I am making sure to implement some rules for myself to ensure that I never utter a phrase like that, again.

1. Stop trying to do it all AT THE SAME TIME.

2. Ask for help.

3. It’s okay to cry.

4. Ask for help.

5. Put the work away and spend real quality time with my baby.

6. Ask for more help.

7. Create a work day for myself – no more around the clock tweeting, instagraming, etc.

8. Have faith.

9. Ask for help, again.

10. It’s okay to choose sleep when the only options are sleep or shower.

11. Talk to friends and family when frustrated.

12. It’s okay to need a break from your baby – I actually need one to regroup.

13. Remember that I am building Organic Melinda to secure our financial future.

14. Put the damn phone/computer down for a few hours a day.

15. I will not accomplish EVERYTHING, today.

I have to forgive myself for my flaws, and stop putting so much pressure on myself.  I’ve begun by asking my mother to baby sit my daughter so that I can have some “me” time, which is a super big step for me.

I am setting up 1 item I want to accomplish for my business each day and working exclusively on that item.

Today, I put away the cell phone and computer and spent quality time with my daughter. Just the two of us – no interruptions.  It resulted in us passing out on the couch together.

I asked my mom to baby sit for a couple of hours and I went to the gym.

The bottom line is that if you are exhausted and overwhelmed, you’re probably not going to be in the right state of mind to provide for your child’s needs.

I am giving myself permission to take a break from my mommy duties when I need it.

I am forgiving myself for that horrible moment and that horrible feeling and that horrible statement.

I am taking it one day at a time, one task at a time, one moment at a time.

My daughter will be a healthy, happy human being IF I am a healthy and happy mother.

So, say fuck it to the mommy guilt.

Go for a walk, and BREATHE.

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Cooking with My Fore-Mothers

I never envisioned that putting this cookbook together would bring me closer to my family, but it has become a reason to sit together, share stories of my grandmother and my great-grandmother, discuss ingredients, and think about our futures.

This week, I traveled to Latino supermarkets with my sister where she taught me her wonderful recipes for vegan, Puerto Rican pasteles.  We talked about how to twist them up a little bit and adding different flavor combinations.  We joked around about our childhood as we read weird warning labels on packages of quenepas.

On Thursday, my entire family – mother, sister, brother, Artemis, and I – all ventured to the Farmers’ Market.  They were so excited to see fresh ingredients, save money, and connect with the local farmers.  My mom talked politics and promoted her upcoming jewelry line – Artemis D Fly Jewelry, which was inspired by my daughter’s birth.  My brother got to help us pick ingredients and learn some botany, and, of course, he got the privilege of lifting all of the heavy bags all the way back to the car.

Then, we all sat in the kitchen together.  My mother constantly critiquing this nuevo version of pasteles that my sister and I had concocted, repeating over and over, again, “THAT’S NOT THE PUERTO RICAN WAY!”

My sister and I, look at her side-ways, “We know, mami. We know.”

It was so hard for my mother to sit on the side-lines in her kitchen watching my sister and I re-create a recipe that she had made for us on so many of our holidays as children.

Then, it was time for my mother to finally teach me how to make my favorite dish of all, a dish that was passed on to her by her mother and grandmother.  She shared so many stories as we peeled the green bananas and threw them in a hi-speed blender – a long way from the hand mashing of our childhoods.

She recalled my grandmother, who passed away a few years ago, and her great-grandmother, who was so essential to creating the vulnerable parts of my mother’s personality.

There, I was, in the kitchen, becoming part of the legacy of the women who made my life possible, and it was a rich experience, indeed.

How lucky, I felt, and how lucky I am to share with the world the dishes of my fore-mothers while building memories with mine.

my mother and her bollitas

my mother and her bollitas


8 Tips on How to Overcome Emotional Eating

In a previous post, I discussed the causes of and ways to overcome emotional eating through a discussion with Marriage and Family Therapist, Yaritza Zayas and Lori Brannen-Graham, Certified Personal Trainer and Registered Holistic Nutritionist.

Below, I have taken out a section from that post to facilitate readers in finding the tips section.

If you or anyone you know struggles with emotional eating, please try the tips below.

1. Practice Mindful Eating

“Use hunger as your guide and eat until you are comfortably full. Practicing mindful eating can bring your focus and awareness to the food directly in front of you. If mindful eating becomes a habit it will become harder to revert back to emotional eating,” advises Lori.

2. Stay Hydrated

In our phone interview, Yaritza explained to me that our body signals are the same for thirst and hunger. Many times people confuse the two sensations.  If you have eaten in the past hour or so, and, all of the sudden, you are very hungry, drink some water.  If it satiates your desire to eat, then you were thirsty, not hungry.  Staying hydrated also helps you to feel fuller longer.  Most people require their weigh divided by 2 in ounces of water per day.  For example, I weight 129 lbs, so I would need at least 65 oz of water a day.

3. Recognize  Your Triggers

It is important to figure out what triggers your desire to eat or over-eat when you are not hungry.  Once you figure out what is causing you to eat when you are not hungry, then you can begin to stop.

Lori states, “When you are in a moment of wanting to soothe yourself with food, find something else to do. Replace that habit with something new.”

4. Keep a Journal

It is good to keep a journal of your feelings and a log of your food.  By keeping track of your feelings, you can begin to identify the emotions that trigger binging, explained Yaritza.  Keeping a food log makes you accountable to what you are putting into your body.  Keeping a journal has helped me a lot in my own battle against emotional eating.

5. Exercise

Yaritza and Lori are very physically active women.  They exercise almost every day and both commented on the importance of exercise as a tool to cope with stress, anxiety, and other emotions that lead to emotional eating.  Exercise, also, releases feel good hormones into your bloodstream, which can curb negative emotions which may trigger food cravings.

6. Eat Enough

It might seem ironic to suggest that you eat more food when you are struggling with emotional eating, but I found that feelings of deprivation are a major factor in emotional eating.  Make sure to eat high quality, healthy food, and keep healthy snacks around you.  If you are not eating enough to sustain your body and activity level, you will definitely feel unwell, physically, mentally, and emotionally.

7. Switch Out Sweet Treats for Healthier Ones

When I find myself wanting to eat because I feel stressed or anxious, it is hard for me to find junk food in my household.  I really avoid it like the plague, because I know that the momentary feeling of goodness and satisfaction will soon give way to my stomach hurting and feelings of regrets and anger towards myself.

So, instead of feeding my emotions cupcakes and cookies, all I can find in my refrigerator are carrots, hummus, and fruits and vegetables. While this does not directly solve the problem of emotional eating, it serves as a baby-step in the process.

8. Seek Professional Help

It is always a good idea to speak to a therapist or psychologist when you are an emotional eater.  Therapy can provide you with a tool-kit in order to better manage your triggers.


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