The World in My Cup.


Friday night my friends and I gathered for another Vibes Laugh Attack, we got dressed in outfits that represented our mood, and took up a sofa to enjoy some of Miami’s talented comedians for their DC Comic night.


Saturday night my girl G and I headed out to South Beach for 3rd St Yoga class which took place at dusk to welcome the first supermoon of the summer. Although the clouds were misbehaving by covering up the ever so patient moon, I have to admit that it was by far the most relaxing time ever spent on the streets of South Beach.




Once the class was over we then made our way to Wynwood for a peek at ArtWalk, and as we tried to escape the ocean of people hopping from exhibit to exhibit -what we found to be the best art….came in the form of  lighting  which  displayed itself across the Miami night sky that evening.



4th of July Recap.



Here we are another amazing Fourth of July weekend to add to the book of memories. Since I’m a simple kind of woman, I like to keep things simple even on a three day holiday weekend.  The day started with tons of 4th of July rain; which loves to taunt us every year, and after enjoying some laughs and grilled tofu at the cutest little cookout which took place at Artistic Vibes… Narciso, the boys and myself ventured into the 305 in chase of the booms in the sky.  Fridays night we went in search of the perfect firework shot, and it just so happens that I didn’t have to drive too far because I found it in my very own backyard in the Hammocks.


Saturday night I had a date…yes, I said date. After what seemed like forever, I have officially broken my dating hiatus and accepted a lovely invitation to one of the most beautiful little hidden Italian restaurants in Brickell, and after countless nights of living by curiously through most of you, I can finally say that it was well worth the wait, and outfit.


Sunday was a day of relaxation and if you know me well then you also know what that means for me… art, music and theater. YEAH! This past Sunday I met up with Narciso and Mila at Artistic Vibes, who teamed up with Miami 1-Acts, which housed 16 playwrights, 16 directors and 45 actors, and crew members whom all donated their time to bring their summer session to life this Fourth of July weekend. So if you didn’t make it out Friday – Sunday then you missed out on some amazing work taking place by some really fantastic actors from your very own neck of the woods (palm trees). Keep your ears and eyes open for their winter session coming your way this fall.

 -The End.



Mother’s Day Weekend!



We made our usual drop at Speak. I tried for it to be as simple as possible because it was Mother’s Day weekend, and for that fact alone Friday night was lite so that my battery could be at a 100% for Sunday. Rob really knows how to set a mood at Speaks, he invited the talented and charming Cindy who graced us with her stunning presence while vacationing here after taking time from her busy Broadway schedule in New York City. Plus, one of the things I enjoy of this cozy little spot are the local artists who bring their canvases, and paint while people perform.




 After cleaning the pad, and catching up on some much needed laundry, Skrollz and I made our way to Catalyst. Now, let me tell you about this place and what impressed me the most, it’s located in Miami Springs (that’s one) and it’s housed on the second floor of a church, yes– a church. It’s a family environment who is strictly about the word of God, and showcasing South Florida’s local Hip-hop artists. The second thing that impressed me were the words said before introducing the opening act, ” Some places around town that do open mic, ask you for money and send you home drunk. Here at Catalyst, we don’t ask you for money, we offer you a mic for you to speak your mind, and pray for you and your family.” Miami, I think we need more spots like this, stop being arrogant; stop burning bridges, and start helping each other out.





Growing up my mother said to me “If he is a good son, he will be a good brother, a good friend, a good boyfriend, husband, and a great father.” I’ve spent years looking for that great man, who would be what she advised, and through the years I have molded my sons to be said men. Only after turning 36, I realized that while I spent time searching for said men; that I gradually became what she told me to look for in a man. I am a good daughter, a good sister, a good friend, and once upon a time, I was a good wife, but more importantly I have always been a great mom. Lesson learned.

 Yesterday, today, tomorrow and for always, I will forever be a great mom, and although I carry many labels, I’m 100% okay with owning that title.  On Sunday, I celebrated you, me and every single mom and dad in the world.  Because let’s face it, no one does it better than great parents. Cheers!


Young Karma, Good Karma.

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For what seems like forever, I’ve had a love hate relationship with Miami. For as long as I can remember my repetitive thoughts have been, “Once the kids finished school, I’ll be moving to New York. The idea million dreams away back then, has presented itself; having now not one, but two graduates of 2014, it has now come during the time were I’ve fallen in love with Miami for the first time in 25 years. My son will be leaving to NYC in hopes of finding a piece of his own dreams there, and I who dreamt of this day which now has presented itself, I’m having a hard time coping with a soon to be empty nest.

Lucky for me, I’m still a kid at heart and on Saturday morning we traveled Miami for Free Comic Book Day. Our first stop was at Mac’s Comic Collectibles, where we found a line that wrapped around the building. While we stood out there waiting, I took advantage by reading ‘Many Lives, Many Masters’ by Brian L. Weiss, M.D. which became a conversational piece. Once inside we went into our comic book digging adventures that lead to almost going to blows with the guy behind the register over my Sailor Moon find. Seems I hit a soft spot with him, but all in all the people running the place were extremely nice.




This year has been about asking and receiving, something I’ve had a tough time accepting in the past, yet with the patient heart of others, I’ve come to terms and I’ve allowed myself to ask for help in areas where I’ve needed it most. This lesson came with a high price, but I’ve openly welcomed the change in hopes that it would make me a better person, and so it has.  Sunday afternoon, I went to my brothers house to get things ready for a surprise baby shower for a couple whose been going through some tough times, and as we came together to shower them with love and gifts needed for there growing family, I began to feel blessed for being part of their day, and deeply humbled to have given them something needed; the piece of mind of knowing we all had their backs.

Bless someone in your life soon, even if you don’t know them well, it will come back loaded with great karma, plus there’s no better feeling than doing something for someone other than yourself. Pay it forward.

36 Chambers!

Happy 4th Anniversary to, and a very Happy 36 to me. Yes, 36–the year I enter into a kingdom of all possibilities, the year I break free from the nine times I have fallen victim to my own desires, causing all four chambers of my heart to separate as I singlehandedly died painful, emotional deaths. The year of my resurrection.

The year of Wu-Jima!


Benz walk

I possibly have the coolest job in the face of Miami, but that’s just my opinion, and since its my site, I’m just gonna go ahead and leave that comment right there.  I also work at one of the coolest places in town, and since most of you are constantly complaining about your jobs via facebook, I’m also gonna have to say its true. Thursday afternoon, after a series of the funniest office conversations ever taken in the face of MAN, I got ready for the Mercedes-Benz Corporate Run event that took place in lovely Downtown Miami area. Needless to say, after a heck of a warm-up, and bumping into people I haven’t seen in forever, I am happy to report that I made the 5K run, in under an hour. I think its also safe to say, I’m back in shape and feeling absolutely better than most of you out there, without the hard-work, or plastic surgery to go with it.




There were a thousand and one things to do Friday night, and I didn’t wanna do any of it, but I put my big woman panties on, and head out to Artistic Vibes to enjoy real people, yes–REAL people.  Seems like a joke in a city full of superficial fakes, but I’m talking soulful, well grounded, positive and extremely talented people (funny, how they have survived among the masses). Narciso Hilario Montas, a friend of ours, hosted the event at Artistic Vibes that night, and although my mind and body seemed to have been on vacation from one another due to the weeks’ activities, I’m glad I was able to make it out there in time to see this…sigh.

Later that evening I found myself in Homestead, vibing to the radiant streams the moon was transmitting through me. During the week I had developed a craving for a burger, yeah –a red meat burger (que asco) something I had given up years ago, 10 years to be exact.  But, Skrollz treated me to something out of this world fantastic… a Toston and chicken burger, BRO!




I woke up from my late night food hang-over and knew exactly what I needed to recuperate, a nice long talk with the sea.  So the ever charming and talented DaVincci and I headed out to THE spot for a full afternoon of raw conversations, inspirational music, and hummus. Later that night he treated me to some pre-birthday sushi. Saturday was absolutely perfect. Look out for his new EP, which drops sometime this week. Trust me you’re going to love this one!




There’s something special about Sunday’s, yes –it’s known as the day of rest, the day of The Lord and the day before Monday, but for me it’s become more important than that, it’s the day I get to make Sundays amazing again, and there isn’t a better way to do so than taking a trip down to Key Largo for a kayaking afternoon. My friend Hector was so kind to invite me, knowing I had never been kayaking before, and felt it was a great way to welcome the eve of my birthday doing something I’ve never done before (when was the last time you did something for the first time?) and after a few accidents with mangroves, and a bridge, I was certified a kayak expert.


Before we knew it, three hours had passed and I was starving up a river, so we loaded the kayaks, and headed over to Jimmy Johnson’s Big Chill for fish tacos and white chocolate macadamia nut cheese cake.



And that my friends is how you Celebrate 28 Days of ME.

Easter Weekend 2014.



What a difference a year makes. This year I found myself making up for lost time. What should have been a year of adulation, turned into a year of chances, heavy emotions and manifestations. Everything was placed on hold, everything but breathing, and as I slowly re-enter the world I had once left behind, I’ve decided to make it a celebration. Everyday since the 1st of April, I’ve done something to celebrate love, life, and everything in between, including celebrating 28 days of me. Twenty-eight days leading up to my glorious 36, the year I have accomplished big goals that will lead me to a beautiful dream, and since I grew up here; there’s no better way to celebrate who I am than by reuniting with my first love. The ocean.





Saturday afternoon, I headed with Skrollz to Wynwood for a photo-shoot. He’s been diligently working on a project to bring writing back to the youth. Something that’s been lost due to social media, lack of parenting and game systems.
welcome to Paperstax, a project dedicated to revitalizing the art of personal reflection. The project is about giving young people pocketable notebooks to inspire them to put themselves on paper, one page at a time.






Sunday: the day of reflection, the holiest day ever, Easter Sunday. I drove up to Broward  for some Easter fun which included tons of baking, BBQ-ing and Jello-O shots. As I sat back and took on the lake view, I suddenly realized that I have reached a place of serenity in my life.  As I reflect on the past, I am now confident about where my life is going, I’m cherished by those who are in it, and most importantly I’ve come to accept things I’ve had trouble seeing before, and as the sunsets on this graceful day, I have to say, I’ve never been more happier with myself.


Make Your Bed, Please!



If I don’t make my bed in the morning, I feel like I’ll have a bad day. Seriously, I’ve called my mother and asked her to go into my room and please fix it when I’ve left in a hurry just so that my mind could be at peace with the cosmos. A bed says a lot about who you are; just like the inside of your car (but that’s a whole different topic) if your bed is made your personal life is at ease, you’re more content with your personal space, you’re more productive during the day, you’re more comfortable about who you are, you’re not longing for company, and it makes for free time to do something else around the pad.

A made bed makes for a healthy sex life, did you know that? It’s far more inviting then messy sheets. I know what you’re thinking, “you’re just going to mess them up anyways” but truth be told there is nothing more erotic than seeing the mess you’ve made afterwards, and if you’re with a person who is extremely visual than a made bed makes for exotic sex. It also helps unfuck your bad habits.

Being a single woman who has dated some single boys, I for one have to pat myself on the back, because before me they were bed sloppy, and after me, well let’s just say they have kept up with the neat sheets. Also, nothing says sexy than getting out of bed, and seeing them making it after your feet hit the floor (make my bed, Bitch).  If your bed is made there’s nothing to worry about, your finances are in order, your work flow is controllable and yourself esteem is at an all time high. Because if you took the time in the AM to make your bed, it shows that you have taken time to take care of you. It’s a sign that your shit is put together, and who doesn’t like a person who has their shit together?

  With that said, now that you’ve made your bed, go lay in it.

Mind, Body & Soul.


A mini vacation never hurt the soul. Especially if you live in Miami. People come here every day to get away (from what exactly… I don’t know?) but there are days I find myself wanting to escape the traffic, the pavements, the superficial life style that has become a nightmare trend in our city, and the shadows of the relationships I have collided with. Saturday morning after hanging up memories of time passed, I jumped in the car and headed West. There’s something free about direction, and something spiritual about the West. There’s no question as to why many drive towards the desert, yet seeing that I’m worlds away, but mindfully close to the West, it’s force, which I found myself gravitating towards, with it’s clear wide compass was excatly what my heart needed.

Soundtrack of choice : Z by SZA








WMC: My Style!



As you well know, WMC invaded our city this past weekend, while most of the “ladies” wore nearly close to nothing and tree huggers looked for anything that resembled a tree, I made my way on over to the Design District, with DaVincci to catch Brand Nubian at the Stage Friday night. I had not been out and about in quite some time… but with my conflict in schedule who could? With work, school, kids and a brand new pad to decorate… time for myself as been something of the essence, luckily, I was in great company so it made for a lovely evening out full of music and soul. Perhaps not your typical WMC kind of night, but for us Miamian’s it was a break away from the uncomfortable tourists that take over our city, and the desperate chicks from Miami who follow them.


american idiot

I have been waiting for this show to come to Miami for five years.  And it was completely worth the five long and very washed out years. The times I’ve return to New York, I’ve been unable to make it and the one time I had decide to buy tickets, it was put on hiatus for running 400+ performances.  So when my sister’s husband surprised her for her birthday with tickets, It had dawned on me that I had fallen into a Broadway Musical coma. I had to see this show, I knew it would be exactly what I needed to come out of my musical funk, and I was right. American Idiot IS Tony Award amazing, and if you’re anything like me always looking to break away from a jaded mentality then this is the show for you. This was definitely a Music for the Soul weekend.


Saying Goodbye to How I Met Your Mother.


I am not ready to part with How I Met Your Mother just yet, nor am I emotionally prepared for all the feelings the last episode will bring. We all love a great love story, and we love a great dad, so what’s left to say about a show that has captured our hearts about a man who reminisces with his children about that time when he fell in love with their mom. It started with an ankle, and from that little sight of her skin, he knew she was the one.

We spend energy on looking for the one, and we spend hours telling people about it all while searching for that one great show, and when you combined them all, well you end up with a conversational piece worth sharing. I want to thank the producers, writer, actors, and everyone who worked on, and behind the scene in making this one of my all-time favorite family shows. It became our show; I have spent countless hours on the sofa with the kids enjoying this creative work. I also spent my healing process next to Barney, Marshall, Robin, Lily and Ted, and I couldn’t have asked for better company.

Saying good bye to something you enjoy is hard, I’ve recently had to say good bye to many things. The house where I enjoyed so many beautiful moments in, some of the things that brought tons of joy into our lives, and because life has a funny sense of humor, I’ve also had to say good bye to some people in my life. However, this show helped me cope, and I’m just not ready to say good bye to it, just yet.