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Amazing Women:

Pearls of Positivity, Faith, and Hope

I was honored to speak at the Charlotte Bilingual Preschool graduation this year, and afterwards, saw my dear friend Perla, a teacher in one of their Meck Pre-K classrooms. After catching up for a moment, Perla shared how much the story about my mom encouraging me from heaven through a dream touched her. She lost her father three years ago and said she still feels him sending her gifts of faith, hope and positivity when she needs it. Hearing just a minute or two of her story, I knew I needed to hear more. We scheduled time together and I was honored when she asked me to share her story in the hopes that it may encourage others to keep hoping and working for something better, like her dad taught her. Just like the gift of flight in The Adventures of Amazing Grace, Perla has inherited gifts that live on through her.

 

Making Grace

It all started simply enough. A dream. I dreamt I was showing my mom how I could hover over a puddle outside. She took me inside this huge auditorium and said, “Watch this!” and I watched with mouth agape as she flew all over the auditorium, to great heights and all over. Then she showed me that I could fly that high, too…

 

Easter Sunrise at the Grand Canyon

I mean, they’re just a lot of rocks. This was the thought that went through my head when sitting with friends that had just returned from a huge western road trip last summer. I sat through what felt like endless pictures of different land formations. Some very pretty, others less impressive. While I ooh’ed and…

 

The Tray

When Len and I had just gotten married, my mother in law, Angela, bought me a big bamboo tray. While I thanked her with a smile, I internally rolled my eyes at the gift. I felt like her insinuation was that I would be a 1950’s-style housewife in heels and a skirt, serving her beloved…

 

Daughters of Immigrants

It’s hard not to notice spring. The exuberance, the display, the sheer beauty of it. The tips of the Hostas’ curved like pointed toes of ballerinas, ready to dance out of the brown patches of earth as they unfurl. Blossoms in every color so beautiful, so precious, it’s hard to do anything but love them,…

 

Mami’s Magic

I dreamt about her last night. We were visiting a college I wanted to go to. I was younger, she was younger, and we were happy and healthy. Walking the campus, I noticed a water spigot that had been left running and was causing some water to pool in a parking lot. “Watch this,” I…

 

The Language of the Sigh

My mom had a sigh. It came from the depths of her soul and whenever she used it, you could feel the weight of it as she exhaled.  I hated it when she used her sigh on me. It was usually her response to my complaints about any number of things. How one of my…

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