Dear readers,  a couple of years ago when I decided to retake all the blog thing. I was looking for the perfect name, and thought since my blog was mainly about my faith or the challenge to remain a believer, thus came my title, Believing.


I’ve always thought that my blog is essentially my editorial on life.

Many people write for specific causes, I have another blog which is dedicated to my struggle as a Myasthenia Gravis patient.  However, one of the things I love the most of this blog is that I can write whatever I get the muse about.

It’s been dedicated to immigration issues, sequestration, political views, Trump, Facebook and so many other things. It has depended mainly on my muse.

You would think that bloggers don’t have a shortage on inspiration due to all the things we see and read about, but sometimes you are just too startled to write about anything.

For instance,  relationships publicized through Facebook intrigue me.  I ask myself, how is it possible that I can congratulate someone through Facebook and not pick up the phone just to say congratulations to those you care about.

That mesmerizes me.

An interesting analogue with Trump and his fake news, would be Facebook relationships are fake.

On the other hand,

How do you remain a believer when you witness the atrocities of life?

How do you stay believing in promises that are as old as time?

How do you remain a believer when there is nobody to believe in?

When you have raised your children in a path of faith and they decide to face prayer and faith in general with impatience and distrust.  You can only ask yourself, “What did I do wrong?”

When their own skepticism has made you doubt of your own faith as a believer in the good of people,

My son always tells me,

“Mom, a man is  capable of great good, but also of great evil.”

Both dwell inside of us like twins.

It’s harder to believe than not to. Our faith is challenged with each step we take in this journey called life.

Let’s not forget that life itself is a mystery, we can live many years or simply pass away much sooner than expected.  The important thing is to always keep things in the exact perspective.   Just like my blog, with a little bit of everything.

So my dear friends, see you around the corner, and never stop believing in the good of life or yourself.


Facebook sharing: Why I don’t like it!

I am not a huge fan on  sharing personal or private things on FB.


It’s because it’s not real!!!!!!!  It gives you  a false sense of connection with people who may care something about your situation, but that can never substitute the human element of being able to hug and alleviate your anguish.  When we stop confiding and seeking comfort in our keen, something is gotta be wrong!

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FB is for sharing the little knickknacks of your life.  (That’s my opinion anyway, you don’t have to agree with it!)

Not to be completely an idiot about FB,   you can share or ask friends and people who are only acquainted to you by FB to say a prayer for a loved one because they may be passing difficult times.   Nevertheless, you shouldn’t use FB to vent or prove your lack of doing a sh*&t for your family member or friend.

Keep your private life, PRIVATE!

For example, some time ago someone in the Generation Fabulous Facebook fan page asked for prayers for her sister and herself, both were confronting serious health problems.  She kept us updated and that was a  wonderful experience.

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But sometimes and I say sometimes (like a rooster that sometimes comes out in the Looney Tunes cartoons), your pledges don’t match your actions.

It’s wonderful you want your community of friends to help you cross the river, but you really need to do your share of the work.  In occasions the load gets heavy.   Love is love and its amazing, but also the love you not only express in words but in concrete actions is ever more wonderful.

Here is a couple of things you may want to do to share the love,

A short visit.

Running an errand.

Helping around the house.

If the person can no longer go to a church service, why doesn’t the church move to him or her at least every month with a short service any ill person can enjoy??

They are so many things we can do as people and groups to ease a patient’s pain and SHOW our love in a way that covers more than words.

I think it was Scarlet O’Hara that said,  “Words are taken away by the wind.” Which roughly translates in words without actions are just merely nothing at all.  In other words, words are easily forgotten! (If it wasn’t her please, feel free to correct me.)

So my dear friends, stop becoming generic  FB friends and begin reconstructing and constructing genuine real friendships and keeping in touch through Facebook, and above all keep you private life private.

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Finally, be careful with your information because not everyone that’s on FB really has great intentions, you can easily become a target even for identity theft if your private settings are not private enough.


Is it true that parents live their lives through their children?

When I was in fourth grade we went on a school trip to the United Nations. I was barely ten years old, but it remains today as one of my fondest childhood memories.

As a child I wasn’t much of a talker, and was content just by looking at things and people.  I loved to make up stories about total strangers, relying on their looks.  I still do!

Blame it on my overactive imagination.

My daughter was sure to bring me photos of what I liked the best.
My daughter was sure to bring me photos of what I liked the best.

One of the things I loved the most of visiting the United Nations was the flags displayed in front of the main building. I marveled as the school bus pulled in front of the flags waving from their posts. It amazed me!

I hardly can recall what the guide told us because I was to busy looking and taking in everything I saw.

Commission on the Status of Women 2011
Commission on the Status of Women 2011

The second best thing I liked about it was where they all sat together. I just marveled at the form of the room they sat together in.

Since I had shared my memories (probably to many times with my children), my daughter made sure she was going to bring me back some pictures to match my fond memories.

On top of just being there not as a tourist, but as part of a Commission made my day.  I felt so proud of her. In my wildest dreams I would never have imagined that my daughter thirty-five years later would be in the same place I had seen in awe.

New York 2011
New York 2011

I’ve heard many times that “parents want for their children, what they would have wanted for themselves.” In this case, it’s true.  I don’t want to live my daughter’s life, but I sure got a kick out of how lucky I was because we have common interests.

My very much-loved Stephy, closed a circle in my life that day.

I have dedicated my life to raising and taking care of my family with no regrets of my sacrifices.  It’s all worthwhile, if they can go places and try to make a difference in the world,  I’ve completed my mission.

The day she returned home and shared her pictures and memories with me is one of my fondest memories of parenting this amazing young woman. Both memories remain stored in my life’s hard drive.

It doesn’t get better than that!


When Honesty is the Wrong Approach

Being honest and straightforward isn’t socially acceptable anymore.  Now you’re probably saying that’s bull!!!!  I’m honest and straightforward, what’s wrong with you?

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Well to be honest to the truth, when someone let’s say maybe a preacher, or your boss, or a friend (not someone you casually know, like for example a Facebook friend type of thing), but maybe the ones you truly don’t want to mess up your relationship kind of thing, or your partner, girlfriend/boyfriend, fiancée, and or  wife/husband is saying or doing something you really don’t like, how would you respond to it?

Honesty can backfire and blow right in your face.

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Once I had a friend (like the ones I described before), someone I valued and cared for deeply.  I chose to be honest with her over a serious issue and basically we couldn’t get over it. Our relationship collapsed,  and to the day and probably till the day I die I’ll regret it.

In her case, there was no way honesty could be breached.  I was the one who would face the consequences of honesty.

Basically if we want our relationships up and going we can’t do the honesty thing as often as we would like.  I’ve known a few couples that when having to talk about some issues that were jeopardizing their relationships, one chose to be completely honest and wham, their relationship became history.

Don’t even go there if you need to address work related issues with your boss, it’s not even worth it. You’ll end up on the wrong side of him/her and probably get a bad yearly evaluation or worst get fired.

The days when you could work things out facing them are long gone.

As icing to the cake, the trend would be to talk it over with another person. Wow, is that bad or what?

Things become even more complicated when that same person, talks to you about it.  What do you do?  Can you call or meet the person and have a straightforward and honest conversation? Or is that out of the question?  Or is it easier to post a comment in your Facebook status that almost nobody knows what it means except you.

I call it the riddle game.  You have to try to figure out what’s going on with the person, but really don’t know what it is or who it’s about.

Probably that’s why our relationships have gone sour more too often, is it time for us to recapture them through the healthy channels of honesty.  I think it is, do you?