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Rebraining My Brain

I need to rewire my brain, that’s the conclusion Lindsey (my counsellor) and I reached after my last session. I don’t like saying rewiring, so I made up the term rebrainig (which is not really a word, but I’ve decided to use … Continue reading

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I love my abue

My abue was the best. I miss her so much! I don’t think people can even comprehend this, at least no one in Canada. If I am a decent person, it is because of my abue and my mum’s  hard … Continue reading

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Yes, I am Loved

I’ve been sad for many reasons. One of them (and it’s not really the main one) is that I feel that I’m not really loved in my new home. Now, I know this is a lie. I know people love … Continue reading

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Our Love In Canada

Our love in Canada is:   Multicultural We’re in!  We look different, and actually, we are different! A mestiza and a white man, a Mexican and a Canadian. I have no interest in finding out where exactly my great-grandfather from … Continue reading

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Please, Even If You Mean Well…

It makes quite angry when people say: Ohh Silvia, you couldn’t move to (mention here any other Canadian city that is not Vancouver nor Victoria)…it would be too cold for you. I like to think people mean well, but this … Continue reading

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My Holy Thursdays When I Was a Kid

One of my happiest memories as a kid is Holy Thursday. It is afternoon, my mum is not home for some reason. I think she is at work. It doesn’t matter, I’m all ready to go. And here we go … Continue reading

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This Stuff is Real

On Sunday I was part of a bake sale. I did some baking that I brought for the sale, I helped setting up, wrapping the treats into plates, cleaning up. As an immigrant I thought bake sales were a myth, … Continue reading

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