Every Thursday I post over at Busted Halo — a ministry of the Paulist Fathers — on a blog called La Lupe (I know, I know, pretty similar titles).
Our oldest daughter, Olivia, was born in 2009. I had decided to leave my job (after my first year of teaching) and stay at home with her. I knew a couple other mothers but most of our friends were unmarried and if they were married, didn’t have kids. We had no family in town. Brandon wa
s working in Campus Ministry and was always really busy. I was alone and isolated. I had this really strong desire to be a stay-at-home mom but it was slowly driving me insane. I didn’t know how to deal with it. I didn’t know that there were playgroups out there to find, or online forums, or mommy friends to be made, or even books that could help. It was just me and Olivia in our little condo day in and day out. I didn’t know to take her out to libraries or parks or on walks. That was never my experience as a child. I was always just thrown together with my cousins in a backyard and I had a great childhood.
Brandon could tell I was reaching a tipping point. He could tell I was not headed toward any place good. So he suggested wr
iting. Sure, why not. And that’s when V’s Voice (previous title of my little blog here) was born. I immediately loved it. It gave me a sense of myself again that I had begun to lose. It gave me something to work on outside of home.
Shortly after I started writing, Brandon went to a Paulist Convention (while I tagged along and hung around NYC with a good friend). It was here that he chatted with Busted Halo’s then editor-in-chief – Bill McGarvey. Bill mentioned that they were looking for someone Hispanic who knows their theology and can be relatable to the young adult crowd. Brandon had me send over some of the things I had written and La Lupe over at Busted Halo was born.
I am really happy to be over there still. Like I said, if I’m not being a total slacker, they post my stuff on Thursdays. As I am taking a few extra weeks off after the new year, I’ll link to this post that I wrote a while back: The Devil is Watching You






arrying on my family’s tradition does not happen by merely paying it lip service. Tradition does not happen because I sometimes carry around La Lupe’s handkerchief when I feel sentimental. Tradition does not happen when I put it into a box to remain pristine and untouched. Tradition is living it, breathing it, stretching it, giving birth to it in my own life, in my own way. Just like my faith is so inherently part of me, I want what La Lupe has taught me to be such. Here’s my quest to learn and live what both Lupes try to teach me: the worth, the pain, and the beauty of our life as mothers. This is what I hope to chronicle in this blog — the long and slow, but usually funny road toward La Lupe and Lupita. In the words of La Lupe when she wants to settle in to conversation,




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