Deborah Martel Rogers' Blog

                                  Dear Sun,                      There are dreamers who sleep,                             and others who long.                 Some others accept their existence ....              But, fortunately, there are also those dreamers who live their dreams.                           Bon voyage and good luck!                                 If, at the beginning, you don't get it,                                  ...

                     Querido Sol:               Hay soñadoras que duermen,                  y otras que anhelan.                      Otras que se resignan …                 Pero, afortunadamente,           también existen las que viven sus sueños.            ¡Buen viaje, y mucha suerte!  Si al principio no te quedas con la copla,                      me digo,                 piensa que eres libre,                     y vuela.                        Sin rumbo,      ...

Mis citas favoritas esta semana son las siguientes: ⇨ "Una actitud positiva puede no resolver todos tus problemas, pero hará enfadar a la cantidad de gente suficiente como para que el esfuerzo merezca la pena." ⇨ "Piensa como una campeona. Una campeona no tiene miedo al cambio. El fracaso es otro escalón hacia el éxito." ⇨ "Hay soñadoras que sueñan, soñadoras que anhelan haber soñado, y soñadoras que viven sus sueños. Sé una soñadora activa. Llena tu realidad con la magia de tus sueños." ⇨ "En cada día hay 1440 minutos. Eso significa que tenemos 1440 oportunidades diarias para tener un impacto positivo." ⇨ "No hay viajes maravillosos. Hay viajeros maravillosos." ⇨ "No corras. Ve despacio. A donde tienes que ir es a ti mismo." ⇨ "El miedo es un mentiroso." ⇨ "Atrévete a compartir."

My favorite quotes for this week are the following ones: ⇨ "A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort." ⇨ "Think like a champion. A champion is not afraid to change. Failure is another stepping stone to greatness." ⇨ "There are dreamers who dream, dreamers who wish they had dreamt, and dreamers who live their dreams. Be an active dreamer. Fill your reality with the magic of your dreams." ⇨ "In every day, there are 1,4440 minutes. That means we have 1,440 daily opportunities to make a positive impact." ⇨ "There are no wonderful travels. There are wonderful travelers." ⇨ "Do not run. Go slowly. Where you have to go is to yourself." ⇨ "Fear is a liar." ⇨ "Dare to share."

Dear Reader,      I am not sure about how to address you, to begin with. I understand your concern about greeting me as "Dear Writer," anyways, since something similar (I guess) is happening to me. I am not really used to writing to someone I haven't met before (and who is going to judge my letter) about something as personal as my autobiography, so this is probably going to be the memorable beginning of a new and exciting adventure.      I began to write, according to my mother, at a very young age, when I decided to "rewrite" my parents' Larousse Encyclopedia, and add "mama" and "papa" to the first seven pages of the seventh volume. I had not thought about that before, but I guess this is why I consider seven to be my lucky number. Well, my maternal grandmother had another version of the story:      She let me know that at a much younger age I enjoyed (judging by the look on my face) taking off my diapers, and (she called it writing)...

8.26.2011      "Why do I have to use a candle?" I asked in that ridiculous baby voice I used whenever I was pretending to be politer than I really was.      "Because we are in the middle of nowhere, and there's no electricity here," my older brother, David, whispered.      It had been my parents' "bright" idea to travel across the country in our trailer, all the way from Bakersfield, California, to San Antonio, Texas. Most of the time, at night, they were deeply asleep until sunrise. I, on the contrary, could not help but have a cup of coffee, and sit outside on the ground, gazing the stars, and wondering why the heck we had to waste all our summer traveling with each other and without any computer, cell, or GPS. If there was anybody who hated technology, it was my parents.       "Mary? What are you doing out there, all by yourself?" David asked, patting my shoulder. I swear to God that if someday I die of a heart attac...