I have been a follower and fan of stylist, blogger, madre and overall beautiful human Latonya Staubs for the past few years. She wrote this piece “The Personal is Political” last month and it resonated with me on many levels. I asked her if I could share it here in an effort to spread these thoughts about addressing the real world that we live in and the responsibility of people who choose to project their lives have in projecting their honest reality. We shouldn’t only be painting beautiful pictures with our words or with our photographs. We need to uncover what is real, human, raw and uncomfortable. Continue reading “words by latonya”
So far this month I have turned 33, spent the majority of the month on a legit vacation in Mexico and said goodbye to my maternal grandmother. It has been a blur. It has been beautiful. It has been sad.
On April 2nd we picked up and flew to Mexico for a last minute spring break trip that lasted a glorious 10 days. I celebrated my birthday reading Big Little Lies poolside under palm trees with the sun kissing my bikini clad body. We got home last Tuesday night and I woke up to the news of my Abuela passing during the night. Continue reading “life shit”