Tag Archives: Essays

I met him when I was 21, my heart had been broken for the first time. I was still in love with my ex, but we couldn’t be together. I say this to impart that I wasn’t looking to meet anyone. I was introduced to Jean via my hair stylist who was married to his brother. When we met, he ... Read More »

Shame is the universal companion of women, nipping at our heels, feeding on our deepest fear that who we are is not enough. Shame is beyond annoying. It is debilitating. In order to unpack the shame that is immobilizing us from living our best life and from accessing our true power, we must analyze it like a glass slide under ... Read More »

Miscarriage is a distinct kind of heartbreak that cannot be defined. What do you do when you’ve miscarried a child you weren’t ready for? How do you get over the grief of a loss so profound, your heart can’t fathom it? And how do you consolidate two opposing emotions and console yourself through the pain? As much as I love ... Read More »

For the past few months, I have been contemplating the idea of gathering a group of women to discuss Shame and how this emotion has shown up in our lives at specific times, how it affected us and how we let go of it. I am always the one in a group observing and paying close attention to what is ... Read More »

Last Summer, my friends and I along with each other’s families got together for our annual beach day. Our friendship has transcended the test of time and now we have become family.  It is a tradition we began building about four or five years ago. We are now parents and our kids get along so well they call each other ... Read More »

           On the last day of 2016, as usual, I followed Mami and Abuelita’s tradition: woke up early to clean the entire house: top to bottom, smudged and prayed, washed all the clothes and bed sheets and put on new ones. During breaks, my sisters and I messaged each other on our group chat to check ... Read More »

Meriam Rodriguez essay featured by Rebelle Society. In this world — this living, breathing, ever-spinning existence of a world — I find queries under every rock. Every question that poses itself from the mysterious folds of my brain multiplies into a hundred more. The first couple of months here are a bit hazy. Actually, the first six to seven years of ... Read More »