Why You Should Listen To Red Flags by Marquesa Lola

Why You Should Listen To Red Flags

By Marquesa Lola

When I was 21 years old, I met my life partner. Picture London in the 80s; a young Marquesa Lola, new in town from Spain. Going to school and working in a London hotel to pay for rent and school. Weekends were spent with school friends and perhaps going dancing. On one of those weekends, I met HIM. Why should you listen to red flags? Ignoring Red Flags lead to years of harmful emotional distress in my life.

The first time I saw him was on the train as we rode back from dancing with some mutual friends. That very first day when I met him, he pushed my physical boundaries as we rode the TUBE across London. In a matter of minutes, without warning, he proceeded to fondle me. I felt shocked and flattered at the same time. But mostly, I felt uncomfortable, yet I stood still in disbelief.

I later pushed this incident at the back of my mind. However, for the rest of my life, I have always wondered if that behavior was typical of someone who felt entitled to ignore women’s physical boundaries. I believe that on that first day, I ignored the first RED FLAG that has been the precursor of an entire life of his entitlement over me.


“I ignored the first RED FLAG that has been the precursor of an entire life of his entitlement over me.”


There were many other RED FLAGS I ignored from the beginning of my relationship, but I did not recognize them as such. I was very stunned at the fact that the first few weeks after we met, he would be extremely interested in all I had to say. His core values coincided with mine completely. He loved everything about me; my country, my family, my friends, my political views, my kind disposition, my sense of responsibility, the empathy I showed for others. We were made for each other too fast, too soon. He was just learning everything about me only to later use it against me. He would years later say, “you are too emotional, weak…” and that way, he destroyed my self-esteem one inch at a time.

In a matter of months, we were living together, but there were times when I felt a sense of loneliness, even in his presence. At times, I was given the silent treatment for something I didn’t know I had done. This became standard practice for years in our relationship. I thought at the time he was reserved, or he needed his personal space. So, even though I felt I was being punished for something I had no idea about, I ignored this visible RED FLAG that has been a constant in my life ever since.

He always made all the decisions in the household. He decided for us to move to America in the 80s, separating me from my family and friends. I did not complain; it sounded like a great adventure. That was another RED FLAG. My opinion was not asked, as this was a plan he had had for years.


“Would I have chosen to acknowledge the first Red Flags I would have avoided years of insecurities, fears, anxieties, emotional disconnect with my partner.”


He constantly told me what I should do, and his compliments were always shady, giving me a feeling that rather than a compliment, it was more like a put-down. He would say, “you could be a model, only if you were taller.” Well, if you think about it, he was just calling me short, not “a model”. These and many unnecessary remarks and put-downs were RED FLAGS again ignored by me that led to my decline and diminished self-esteem later in life.

Over the years, I became insecure, fearful, and anxious. When my son was born, I concentrated on his well being, and then, my partner found other ways to find himself busy. He worked hard and found hobbies that kept him out of the house for many hours. My son and I were invited to go with him if we wanted to be together as a family. That was the next RED FLAG. He never included our hobbies in his schedule; rather, we were included in his.

The wandering eye and the “gaze” was another RED FLAG I ignored for years that made me feel insecure about my looks. He would check every woman in a room and, at times, gazed intensively at them. If I called him on it, he would say I was crazy and that it was not valid.

All these RED FLAGS I ignored, have marked my life for good. Over the years, I learned to walk on eggshells and to take his word as the one ruling the family. The ultimate RED FLAG is when you realize that after taking care of him, his mother, the family, the house, and the dogs, suddenly, you feel alone. Your cooking is not good anymore; you are not slim or young enough. And little by little, you are replaced with a more youthful, shinier supply.


“We should always trust our instincts.”


As you can see, this last RED FLAG was the last straw for me that liberated myself from the emotional abuse I was suffering for years, allowing me to start being myself again. Would I have chosen to acknowledge the first Red Flags and set boundaries or end the relationship then, I would have avoided years of insecurities, fears, anxieties, emotional disconnect with my partner, and also depression.

One lesson I learned is that in life, we should always trust our instincts and notice how other people make us feel. If we think that a particular behavior doesn’t feel right, don’t ignore it, it is a RED FLAG. Set boundaries, especially if that person is a family member, a friend, a boss. If it happens to be a partner, my advice is to run, run as fast as you can because you will not change them. Instead, they will tear you down over time.

Even though I went through all this, I now feel liberated from all the drama that surrounded me. Being in a relationship like this, I have an excellent opportunity to rebuild my self-esteem, recover the person I used to be, and just be Marquese Lola, not someone’s mother, wife, or teacher. I consider myself very lucky because having learned from the RED FLAGS I ignored before. I can now approach life with the certainty that the next stage in my life as a vibrant, free person, I will not hesitate to acknowledge the RED FLAGS, intercept them, and eliminate the source of them immediately from my life. The future feels liberating, and I look forward to the beginning of a brighter life. I feel lucky that I can recognize red flags for my next step in my life.

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The Power of Crystals aka Power Stones by Rei

The Power of Crystals, aka Power Stones

By Rei

Crystals, aka power stones, hold a special place for me. I love them and have them around me all the time. 

My spiritual journey all began from there. I used to not believe in crystal healings. Thinking that some wealthy people didn’t know what to do with their money. I was desperate for my marriage. By this time, we already tried both, couples’ and individual counseling and personal development classes. One day, crystal ad popped up while I was browsing the web. So I thought, if the stones can make the situation better, I will give a try.

I signed up for a class you could call “Crystal Stones 101” at House of Intuition, in Silverlake, CA. Well, it was very unlike for me to sign up for something before I got more information. It was a crystal bowl meditation class. Meditation was not in my life at that time. I am thankful that I did not read carefully the description of the class. I wouldn’t sign up if I had read through the class description. However, having already paid for the class, I decided to take it.


“I experienced intense energies like energy detox.”


I followed the instructions, closed my eyes, and relaxed. As the class goes by, I started to see wheels of colors before the instructor mentioned each color I opened my eyes to look for the tricks that they have in the room and nothing! I continued to experience the colors until the end of class. After, I realized that I felt refreshed. I learned what I saw in the class were Chakras. When you just experienced something out of the blue, you know it is real. Soon after, I signed up for the Reiki circle. Though I am Japanese, I didn’t exactly know what Reiki was. Here again, I experienced intense energies like energy detox. I was drawn to this, and it led me to become a Reiki Practitioner. 


Each Power Stone has Different Energy and Meaning”


Each power stone has different energy and meaning. The stones absorb negative energy from the outer force and protect, or balance you. It also can set an intention. Power stones don’t need to be an expensive piece; they are affordable, and you need to find the one that matches best with you.

Since crystals absorb energies, they need to be cleansed. Each stone has a different way to cleanse, such as Moonlight, Sunlight, Sea Salt Water, Sage, Reiki, etc. I use stones for Reiki sessions. I find that they help to balance the energies. 


“The stones absorb negative energy from the outer force and protect, or balance you.”


Some crystals don’t work well together. Once, through a remote session of Bodytalk, the stones in the client’s room needed to be balanced. Of course, I didn’t know anything about her stones in her bedroom. It was affecting her energy. Some of my friends connect with each stone on a much deeper level. 

In the end, stones didn’t save my marriage, but it led me to where I am. A spiritual path is giving me a deeper meaning of life. Everything happens for a reason. 

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Wearing My Emotions By Marquesa Lola

Wearing My Emotions

By Marquesa Lola

This is Marquesa Lola reflecting today on the way we use fashion to not only mirror who we are as people in general but also to express how we feel at a particular moment.

Just like artists use different lines and shapes to express their feelings, I consider clothes and accessories those elements of art that always hold meaning to the artists wearing them through their shape, textures, or colors. 

Many designers have chosen to express shoppers’ feelings on their garments. Shops like Forever 21 or Zara have been very upfront in printing messages of encouragement or affirmations for young shoppers.

But, I have seen messages more discouraging like; “The Worst,” “I am a Bitch,” or “Lonely.” These very blunt messages to me transmit a certain attitude or mood of the person wearing it. Sometimes the mood is part of their personality, but many times expresses a mood that the person is going through at a particular time. 


“Clothes and accessories help me maneuver life in a more bearable and positive way.”


But, even if I, myself, use these types of statements on my shirts sometimes, the real way I use fashion to express my feelings is, perhaps not unique, but very personal and meaningful to me.

Ever since I was a child, I liked using bright colors with the intention to bring the sun, the stars, or the ocean close to my body. The feeling of thinking these elements are part of my attire gave me a sense of wellness that I have perfected throughout the years. 

I believe the root of this practice for me started one day in September, 1973. This day was my baby sister’s funeral, and us, the rest of the four children were not allowed to go to church. I guess they thought it could be a traumatic experience for us girls. 

We stayed home with one of my aunts. My aunt was, most of the time, a very melancholic woman. No one hardly knew this fact, because she was always put together and fashionable. My aunt was always wearing bright colors, and oversized earrings and jewelry, . She was beautiful. She never had children of her own. So she took care of us girls at this very hard moment for my parents. 


“I realized how covering pain behind a beautiful dress and jewelry could help me feel a bit less afflicted.”


It is a tradition in my country to wear black for months in mourning after someone dies. The day for the funeral, my aunt, however, decided that she wanted to wear a bright yellow dress. In addition, she chose brown and yellow oversized circular earrings. I remember, she said to me,” I always want to dress as if I am about to meet James Dean. Even if my heart is broken and aching that day.” At that moment, I understood that grief has to be felt inside. And I realized how covering pain behind a beautiful dress and jewelry could help me feel a bit less afflicted. I was already very much fascinated with my aunt’s choices in life in general. And her sense of fashion in particular. Therefore, adopting this practice was a matter of days for me. 

I, too, use color, accessories, and styles to cover up my real feelings. My routine is not simple. I organize my closet by colors.

My sister, who is a fashion designer, submitted me to a thorough analysis of my body and skin tone. She identified me as “Autumn”. As a result, so I use mostly warm colors. I recommend everyone to take this study as you will improve your self-image tremendously if you follow her tips. I am lucky that I am “autumn” because I can use colors I adore; orange, yellow, Valentino red, gold, turquoise, earth, and hunter green. 

As you can see, clothes are just more than a piece of fabric covering up my body. It is a way of expressing my feelings at times. However, many times, it is a good way to hide those feelings, especially when things are not perfect in my life. Clothes and accessories help me maneuver life in a more bearable and positive way. 

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How Bodytalk Balances My Well Being by Rei

How Bodytalk Balances My Well Being

By Rei

Being a mom, balancing myself is very important for me. One way I balance my well being is Bodytalk. The reason why I decided to be a practitioner is because their teaching is basically what I had interests and learned myself for all these years. For years I look for my passion, what I meant to do. Being in a matrix of Bodytalk, able to learn about body and mind, give sessions to clients definitely helps me for who I became as well. I know this is something I have a passion for as my vibration gets high.

I used to be a client of Bodytalk. How did I get to know the Bodytalk? Years ago, I had this unknown stomach ache that appeared just about an hour before getting up every morning. Though it is hard to believe that it was related to what I ate the night before, I was eliminating what could be. I tried anything to relax. Yet, nothing took the pain away.

One day, I happened to bump into one of my mom’s friends at the park. For some reason I felt I should bring up the stomachache I would get every morning. She asked if I had ever heard of something called Bodytalk, a technique which involves communicating with your body to resolve what needs to be balanced. She told me due to stress, half her body paralyzed, and Bodytalk helped her recover dramatically. Without any doubts, I drove 1.5 hour to get a Bodytalk session.


“Bodytalk involves communicating with your body to resolve what needs to be balanced.”


During the session, the practitioner told me that my stress level was maximized. I get this comment often anywhere I go… Stress is one of the things that’s hard to measure. Who doesn’t have stress?? Apparently, stress was creating the pain which was ready to be released. Most of the pain went away with one BodyTalk session.  With many sessions, it helped me not only physically but mentally. Experiencing the benefits Bodytalk had with my body and mind I decided to become a BodyTalk practitioner,  to not only help myself but others as well.

“There are numerous benefits to BodyTalk. It helps in many ways. Among other beneficiaries, it helps to get a general state of relaxation, mental clarity, and harmony, reduce stress, accelerate the recuperation from injury, improve sleep, release and liberate blocked emotions, decreased pain levels, reduce allergic reactions, and strengthen the immune system. The main goal is to find a balance between the body, mind, and spirit.”

(Reference https://www.bodytalksystem.com/learn/bodytalk/)


“The main goal is to find a balance between the body, mind, and spirit.”


With my personal experiences, in order to heal the specific issue of the body, you have to heal the layers of the core issue first. Though it might be an event you went through that no longer serves you, the body remembers. Things you don’t even care about, the body cares…other peoples emotions can also affect you.  Bodytalk brings those matters up when the body is ready to release them. Everything has the right timing. For the last 5 years I have suffered from shoulder pain.  My mind has been eager to let go of the pain, but my body has been fighting me. Recently, the healing process has finally begun!!

Bodytalk is non- invasive and can be done to your pets and kids too. I give my children BodyTalk sessions all the time to improve their overall health.  Bodytalk sessions could be in person or done remotely.


“Bodytalk is non- invasive and can be done to your pets and kids too.”


 If you are interested please contact peacefulbodyhealing@gmail.com for your personal Bodytalk session. For more information check out www.peacefulbodyhealing.com

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Giving My Younger Self the Confidence I Need By Abbie Vanessa

Giving My Younger Self the Confidence I Need

By Abbie Vanessa

“If you could go back to those moments where you felt attacked in past relationships, what would you tell yourself?” 

I was asked this fascinating question the other day. I was talking about how shitty people were as I was growing up. Oh, how I wished I would have had the confidence that I have now. I could probably write a whole book on all the different times I was too timid to stand up for myself when people disrespected me. There is one instance that I remember the most. I had been dealing with a very toxic person at the time who made me fear for my physical well-being. I walked on eggshells when he was upset because of his reaction to situations frightened me. At that time, the mental damage he could cause didn’t cross my mind.  


“No matter the type of abuse, it leaves a mark in your life.”


Honestly, no matter the type of abuse, it leaves a mark in your life. To this day, there’s a particular situation during that relationship that gets me riled up. As I write about this story, I will refer to my ex as “douche face.” 

Picture it, a cheerful company Christmas party at a beautifully decorated venue. People are enjoying each other’s company, eating good food, a fun photo booth to take pictures with friends, people showing off their dance moves.

Douche face and I sat at the same table with his new boss and boss’s wife. I was chatting it up with the wife, she was super lovely but just stayed at the table. I asked her if she wanted to hit the dance floor. She did, but the music was not her style. I wanted her to have a good time, so I requested the DJ to play a few songs she said she liked. 

Let me tell you, we were having a blast busting moves on the dance floor. She mentioned she liked songs by Selena. The Latina in me screamed with joy and said, “ OHHH MY GOSHHH I LOVE SELENA!” We were enjoying life until douche face comes up to me, grabs my arm, gets close to my ear, and says, “ Remember, you are a lady, so act like it.”

Bitch when I tell you I was fuming…….I stood there for a second to gather my thoughts, knowing I couldn’t say anything in front of everyone. I was so overwhelmed with anger that I had to take a walk, and I lost my shit. My friends at the party cooled me down, but I will never forget that moment. Douche face expected me to be a trophy wife or a robot that just sat there while he did whatever he wanted to. That is not how this was going to play out. 


Don’t you dare give this insecure man any of your tears.”


So, what would I tell myself if I could go back to that very moment?  I would walk up to my younger self, grab my other arm, and say, “ You better dance your little heart out girl. Everything he just told you, brush it off. Don’t you dare give this insecure man any of your tears or reactions. You are a lady, and ladies can do whatever the fuck they want to do, and we live under no one’s shadow. You let that terrible man be miserable and angry by himself.” I’ve learned never to allow a man to mold me into something I’m not. I’m not a toy that’s going to do what you want. 

For the longest time, I thought I had something wrong with me. Wondering how I am supposed to be? GIRL, I WOKE UP ONE DAY AND SAID FUCK THAT DOUCHE FACE. I WILL BE NO ONE’S SHADOW, LET ALONE A MISERABLE BITTER MANS. So, I decided to drop that whole relationship and work on who I wanted to be as a person.

I worked hard for two years, and I feel super stable. I don’t allow anyone to tell me how to be. Not even my momma. And she pooped me out of her body. The point I’m trying to make is that you should find what version of yourself makes YOU the happiest and not allow others to change your views about yourself. 

Unless you are that shitty person, you should probably change and be better.

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The Healing Power of a Bracelet By Marquesa Lola

The Healing Power of a Bracelet

By Marquesa Lola

Hello, this is Marquesa Lola. You don’t know yet, but I love bracelets, big or small. Especially those, which hold some type of deep meaning to me or represent a priceless memento. I wear them on both my arms, a few inches thick, looking a bit cluttered on my wrists. But, hey! I like them that way. And there, among all the bracelets, buried, conspicuous, unspoken for, there is a very small and special bracelet. Oh the healing power of this bracelet!

It is a bracelet I bought by pure chance at a local coffee place. It is not the best looking of my bracelets and hardly anyone ever noticed it on my wrist. However, It sits there heavy and at times it weighs a ton or two, making my heart feel heavy. My bracelet is always present in my mind. Every morning I rub it as if it were Aladdin’s Lamp  wishing  for freedom, my emotional freedom.


“Every morning I rub it as if it were Aladdin’s Lamp  wishing  for freedom, my emotional freedom.”


If I had to describe my special healing bracelet, I would say its leather straps hold what looks like a silver time capsule that holds a rolled parchment inside. I would have never noticed the fact that the parchment was inside the silvery cylinder, as I am not very observant, but this time I did. When I unscrewed it and opened it, the parchment popped out. I unrolled the parchment, and immediately I understood it was going to have an important role in my life. The paper had been designed for the purpose of healing me and that was the reason why it was there. 

Its purpose was to remind me of something critical. I was at a very low point in my life. So it seemed logical to me, I would use that parchment to write an SOS message to the inner me. This is what I wrote, “This bracelet will witness my recovery and it will only be opened at that moment, and the parchment will be burned in a special witchcraft type of ceremony, sprinkled with Champagne .” This will only happen the day I heal from the emotional abuse received throughout my life by the one person I trusted my life with,  the father of my child, my life partner. 


“It had been designed for the purpose of healing me.”


The day I will heal from the emotional abuse that led to self-doubt, self-judgment, and emotional deflation is not that far. I am beginning to feel moments of clarity which I had not had for the last two years. Some of the clarity, I won’t lie, I attribute to therapy, yoga, meditation, and walk with friends. But mostly to the fact that I am beginning to detach from the codependency that I suffered for decades towards this very toxic person. 

The note I wrote inside, has been on my wrist, locked for two years, hanging from my arms, amongst hundreds of other pretty bracelets. But, this inexpensive, subtle, plain bracelet is the only one that is a testimony of a promise I made to myself. I vowed to never remove it from my wrist until the day I will be totally healed. The bracelet remains on my wrist still today. One day, I promise, it will no longer be there.

I keep telling myself, “it is a matter of time.”

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How Being a Mom Is Healing My Inner Child by Rei

How Being a Mom Is Healing My Inner Child

By Rei

I came to the realization that I am working to become the mom I should be without comparing myself to others. Instead, I’m doing this by tapping into my inner child. Being a mom is healing my inner child.

Mom friends often tell me that I work too hard. “What…?” It didn’t make any sense to me. From my point of view, they do much more than me. I don’t make gourmet foods, my kids have fewer lessons, spend less time at the park, and so on. I’m surrounded by what I think of “dedicated moms” who are so into gourmet cooking, sewing, volunteering at school, enrolling children in many lessons, and more. I don’t fit into that category, but I don’t feel bad about it. I’m still able to listen or find other conversations with them. I am fortunate to have people who understand me and my circumstances.


“I am working to become the mom I should be without comparing myself to others.


Therefore, I focus on things that were missing from my childhood that I wish I had. 

I am a mother who goes through their homework, takes them out to have different experiences, makes healthy food and the list goes on. By the way, sadly my expectations are not that high….I am over my capacity running by myself. When I don’t meet my expectations, I am taken over by guilt. Over time, I loosened up a bit by telling myself “It is ok.” My good intentions to my children end up with a tired upset mom who doesn’t have any energy left to play with them.

Now with this quarantine, spending more time with my children has healed my inner child. I was able to let go the majority of belief by seeing my children full of possibilities. I’m much more laid back.

I believe that children choose their mother. My soul was not aligned with the mother they chose. I was trying too hard to make an effort for this role. Often we hear to love our children unconditionally for whom s/he is. This works both ways. I know they love me unconditionally as well. However, they are their own person, and they are here to experience THEIR own lives, not mine. 


“My children have been the toughest and the greatest teachers.”


Finally, my kids and I are free and live in harmony. 

As I finished writing this blog, (my kids don’t know about), my son called me and his sister to show us something, a Japanese song called “Only Flower in the World” (see the lyrics at the bottom) that his teacher introduced to the class last year. I might have heard of it, but never paid close attention to the lyrics. Tears didn’t stop falling as I listened. It was just perfect timing and confirmation. I felt it in my soul. For sure, they are here to teach me lessons. They have been the toughest and the greatest teachers, so far.

So, Thank you for choosing me as your mother.

“Only Flower in the World”

Look at the flowers that stand in the shop

Each has a beauty that makes your heart stop

We all have our favorites, but one thing is sure

Flowers will bloom with a beauty that’s pure

Which one among us is better than the rest?

No competition, no need to contest

There in the buckets, the flowers stand tall

Heads held in pride far above it all

Yet why do we people do what we do?

Always wanting to compare?

Fighting each other to get to the top?

When we all have a treasure so rare

Why don’t we get it?

In this wide world you are one of a kind

Cherish your beauty, there’s no need to hide it

Each of us holding a different seed

Just be yourself, that is all you need

Small flowers, big flowers, all kinds of flowers

You’ll never find any one that’s the same

No need to struggle to be the best

Just be yourself, be the ONLY ONE.

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My Baby Pug Turns Three Months by Abbie Vanessa

My Baby Pug Turns Three Months

By Abbie Vanessa

My baby pug is now three months. Winston is such a good boy! I started to take him on walks and train him to go potty outside. Grass was introduced to him about two weeks ago. He LOVES tiny leaves. It makes me giggle every time he finds one and he does little zooms (runs supper quickly out of nowhere). It’s enjoyable seeing him explore everything. I tend to forget that he was literally born not too long ago and everything is crazy amazing to him.


“It’s enjoyable seeing him explore everything.”


Treat Your Dog

I have a friend that will be training him and she talked to me about doing a whole month training. It would be like a mini boarding school and honestly it did not sound great! I don’t know how I feel about letting Winston go away for a month this young. Let alone how I would feel if he dipped out and was not being able to see home. Shit it would traumatize me and him!

Look I don’t need my dog to be a robot. I just want us to be able to communicate so we can live our best lives. Was there anything we could do before going to that extreme? I suggested that I want to be there with her as she trains him as an option as well.

I’ve been able to teach him so many tricks. He really knows how to listen. Compared to other dogs he is a tiny dude; he’s still intimidated by other dogs because of their size.

Before the quarantine I was taking him to puppy play at petco every week. He doesn’t seem to care too much for it. He’s around humans all day and it makes me wonder if he thinks he is a human himself.

He started to be a bit more vocal with myself and others. This is very cute but also a bit terrible when it comes to timing. 


This boy gets so much attention from so many people!


This boy gets so much attention from so many people! We went on a walk the other day and probably every 5 minutes you could hear someone say “OMG! He is so cute and tiny!!!! I’ve never seen a pug puppy” I have to whisper in his ear “you a little ugly” just so it doesn’t get to his head. I don’t want a dog that walks around like he is the Brad Pitt of pugs. LOL

Alsoooooo! Guys! I’m so done with buying this kid toys. I got him so many so he wouldn’t be bored and tell me why he enjoys just playing with every outfit I wear, a plastic cup, lint on the floor, even his pee pee pad. BUT how does one not buy everything for the cutest puppy ever! I literally want to shower him with toys, food, and love!!!!!

Anyways, today I’ve taken him outside like 4 times and he still hasn’t gone potty. I bet he is waiting until I don’t see him to just do his business indoors and I’ll find it as a surprise. Honestly, I think about what he thinks when I pick up his poop. Like maybe he thinks I keep it all and thats why he does it indoors so I can find it easily LOL

Training him and teaching him new tricks is really easy. I swear he is the smartest puppy I’ve ever met. I nod at him and he does it back as if we both said “whatsup.”

I’ve taught hims how to howl!! I was doing it to him for a cool minute and I’m assuming he got so annoyed he mocked me. Regardless it made me so happy. Im a proud momma.

A++ for Winston. 

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COVID-19: Our Very Own “Science Fiction” Movie by Marquesa Lola

COVID-19: Our Very Own “Science Fiction” Movie

By Marquesa Lola

When I heard about COVID-19 back in December of 2019, I thought, that is “Science Fiction.” Not anymore. These days the word pandemia is mentioned every day in the media, on your zoom meetings with families and friends. Even at the supermarket. With COVID-19 you almost feel like you are inside a “Science Fiction” movie as you carefully and cautiously parade into the grocery store wearing face masks, gloves, and other protective gear. It looks and feels pretty scary.

In reflecting about my experience in confinement at home. I must admit that during the first few days or weeks living alone, I felt very stressed out. To minimize the stress, I tried to keep busy. I start activities that I’d not had the time to do during my busy regular teaching schedule. I start to paint, playing the piano, and assembling small pieces of furniture.

During the first three weeks, I divided my daily routine into sections. Exercise and breakfast, online teaching and lunch, hobbies and afternoon tea, and dinner and Netflix. However, the idea of confinement without the freedom to walk around the city sent signals to my brain. Once in a while, making me feel like a caged wild animal hence raising my stress level high peak.

During the fourth week, however there was a small transformation in the way I was experiencing my confinement. I began to accept the new situation and I started taking interest in new ways to communicate with my students and my friends. I learned about new technology platforms I had never heard of and I found the challenge very educational and rewarding. Teaching online and communicating with small groups of students via video conferencing has been successful in terms of targeting leveled groups of students more efficiently. 

We just began our 9th week of confinement and I realized how much I miss the direct contact with my students. I have not seen a person for a very long time. And if I have, it has been for no more than five minutes and at a six feet distance. The social distancing that I know is required to keep everyone safe, has proven to be the hardest and most unsettling consequence of this situation of confinement.


The idea of confinement… sent signals to my brain… making me feel like a caged wild animal.”


Yes, I believe that I can target students directly and they seem to be engaged in our online lessons. However, the fact that I can’t give them a pat on the back or a hug when they did something right is a high price to pay.

The question is- When will this be over? Like you, I am wondering when I will be allowed to go back to work, walk in the park, or dine at a restaurant. However, I believe our lives will not ever resume as if nothing had occurred. Mostly, I believe that the legacy of this crisis is here to stay for years to come changing the way we interact with each other. I am not only talking about technology, which has proven to be a great tool in this crisis, but also human to human interactions. 


I believe that the legacy of this crisis is changing the way we interact with each other.


In the future, I, personally, envision myself being cautious while interacting with others. To hug or kiss others and believe me, I love hugging my students, friends, and relatives as much as I need to be hugged and kissed by them. But the fear and trauma inflicted by COVID-19 has made me cautious. The consequences of this situation have proven to be very pricey. I am not sure how the “new normal” will look, but I am not very hopeful about our future. COVID-19 you are small, but you certainly have shaken our lives in a very short time. I will not forgive you!

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How I am Adapting and Learning to Co-Parent by Rei

How I am Adapting and Learning to Co-Parent

By Rei

One of the main reasons that I was hesitant to get a divorce was because of the idea of co-parenting. I didn’t want my children to get confused having different rules. At the time of my divorce, my kids were only 5 and 1. We went through many changes: new environments such as school, living place/area. It was a tough year, my kids and I were living in LA while my ex was living in Canada for work.

Since the kids were so young, I had to be with them every second. I was always extremely exhausted and many times I seriously thought I would not survive another day. I didn’t know how to ask for help.

My main focus was my kids not being sad. I made sure that they were always tired going to bed. With kindergarten ending at noon, we spent hours at the park every single day or arranged play dates. I am fortunate and grateful to have amazing people around me while I was going through the most difficult time. 


I am fortunate and grateful to have amazing people around me.”


The following year, their dad came back to the US. It was quite an argument in the beginning as he forgot how to take care of kids. And of course, we are different people. Though I personally don’t want to spend time with my ex, we spent many events together. I share pictures and videos for any missed events.  All for the kids. I want my kids to grow up with their dad since he wants to be around them. I have the role of the tough parent, and go through non-fun activities with them but that’s ok. We both express our love for the kids in different ways.  As kids are growing up, they have less physical care from parents; I think we came to the point that we no longer have much disagreement. (Hopefully!) I am also learning to ask for help. “Receiving is giving.”


“Receiving is giving.”


One thing I finally got from the divorce was appreciation from my ex. He always had something to say about my motherhood. I don’t need anyone’s approval. But I only wanted to be approved by him that I am a good mother.I guess because being a mom is not something that comes naturally to me. I have to put in extra work. He finally realized and saw that after the divorce. 

I don’t regret for one second getting divorced. I had held on to the idea of being ”married” and “family” for so long that I lost the true meaning of marriage and family. No matter what the relationship between my ex-husband and I is, we both love our children. 


“As long as they feel the love from us, I know they will be ok.”


I was always there for my kids. My kids always have happy drawings and their behaviors seem ok so far. They are both caring children. As long as they feel the love from us, I know they will be ok. 

After all, everything happens for a reason.

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