the girl

I was the kind of girl who defended the rights of women by punching boys in the playground. ‘Who is your daughter?’, asked the janitor one day as he scrutinized the school grounds in search of a blue-eyed and curly-haired 5 year-old (my mum’s description.) ‘There she is! The girl with the big boots!’ ‘Who?’ ‘The one rolling in the dirt.’ That was me… fighting with my cousin Adalberto.

What can I say? I had an explosive nature when it came to boys putting down girls. Somewhere along the way, however, I hung my boxing gloves (I truly owned a red pair) and moved on to deliver passionate and outraged speeches (I was a very political teen.)

39 journeys around the Sun have cooled down this temper of mine, though, and now I find myself in a constant search for peace, creativity and connection with my sweet partner, our two wonderful children and a beautiful puppy.

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