Veronica
Veronica is a momma to a 3 year old boy, wife to a middle school teacher and is a speech language pathologist employed at a local hospital. A Rio Grande Valley native, Veronica studied at the University of Texas at Austin and later lived in San Antonio for 3 years before returning to the Edinburg area to raise her son and plant roots in the only place she considers home. She loves to eat (not to be confused with cooking), dance Latin music and monkey around with her rough and tumble son.
A Mother’s Fear: Am I Ready for Baby #2?
I always wanted a big family. When my husband and I were two foolish teenagers in love, we wholeheartedly agreed we would have four children together. "Maybe even five!" we would say. I dreamt...
Words of a Mother: An Open Letter to my 18-Year-Old Self
Hello you,
How long has it been now? Ten years?! Time sure does fly by! I have attended quite a few graduation ceremonies recently, and it's triggered many memories of you. Seeing so many high...
The Myth of the Pinterest-Worthy Birthday Party
Everything has to be perfect are the words I would think to myself as I planned my only son's first birthday party. My son loved a Curious George book I read to him at bedtime,...
The Too Many Toys Dilemma: Decluttering Solutions
As I was gathering my son's blocks for the fourteenth (or maybe fifteenth) time the other day, I looked around his room. I suddenly realized how many books, stuffed animals, balls, cars, and other knick-knacks...
Divide and Conquer: Planning Family Time During the Holiday Season
The holidays are approaching! Store windows are filling with the lights and sounds of cheer that the season brings. As I create lists and check off items, one thing comes to mind...how will we divide...
7 Fall Beauty Products for Moms On-The-Go
Baby...check! Diaper bag...check! Car keys...check! A somewhat pulled together look for mom...err not so much! It seems that most mornings I'm rushing out the door with everything except my sanity and a little makeup....
Color Me Blue, Baby Blues
I tried to busy myself, using my fork to aimlessly move the food around my dinner plate in an effort to conceal what was inevitably coming. It seemed like my heart was pumping louder...