Recently, it was brought to my attention that I didn’t show up as myself with everyone in my life. I guess this is not unusual—since we all embody different identities. I am an entrepreneur, a speaker, an author, a mother, a sister, a friend, and so on. How I show up when I embody one of those identities may be slightly different, but still fully me. However, showing up in a way that is so different that you don’t realize it until someone else says it out loud, was impossible for me to ignore.
Read MoreThis isn’t a feel-good tribute to a sainted mother. If that’s what you’re expecting, I invite you to stop reading here, bless your heart, and go back to your social media of choice where your friends are posting angelic photos of their mothers with captions like “My forever best friend.”
This is for the rest of us.
Read MoreWhen I look back at my childhood years, two main emotions always surface for me: joy and fear. I have beautiful, joyful memories of playing with my friends from the block in the neighborhood where we lived in Bogotá.
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