Wontons Served With An Attitude

So yesterday my friend took me to her favorite Chinese restaurant near the office.

She got me prepared as she pulled up to the strip mall that looked like it had been dipped in Chinatown on what to expect when we got to the restaurant.

She told me the food was amazing and that Chinese people ate here. It’s always a good sign to see Chinese people eating at a Chinese restaurant. It makes me nervous to walk into one that doesn’t.


She said that on weekends the line to get a table was out the door. Another good sign.

But then she also gave me a warning. People who work here are rude. They don’t pretend to be nice, they don’t care about you or your damn feelings.


We walked into the very large but relatively empty restaurant less than half filled at noon on a Monday.

I reminded myself that Monday was always the day the least people went out to lunch.

I tried to imagine how many people it took to fill that large restaurant on weekends and still manage to have a line of people trying to get in.

We walked in and were greeted by a man who seemed like the manager. He gave off a “manager vibe.” And by “greeted” I mean he looked at us with utter disdain and said nothing.

Finally since no one had asked us, we had to ask if we could sit.

He showed us to the table. And by that I mean, he grunted and begrudgingly pointed in the general direction of the right side of the room.

We walked over to an empty table ourselves unsure if this is where he wanted us to sit. I was almost scared he would yell at us for picking the wrong table.

It must have been right because he then walked over and held the menus in his hands, looked at each of us and let them drop on to the table with a loud thud. Then he grunted again and walked away.

A somewhat nicer lady came by who I assumed was our waitress and brought us green tea. When by “nicer” I  mean she didn’t give us the death stare the manager did.

Her look was more of a “I don’t care if you’re here or not” type of glare.

We went over the menus, and picked out what we wanted. The waitress came over and took our orders.

When I asked for brown rice instead of steamed rice she said they don’t have it. I was trying to be healthy in asking for the brown rice. So naturally I went with the very healthy option of pork fried rice (yeah I don’t see my logic either).

I have to admit, the food was amazing. The egg roll was crispy and just right. When the manager came by to take our appetizer plates away I told him so.

For the first time he spoke to me. He grumbled with a frown, “yeah but some people think it’s too crispy so..” and he walked away. It was hardly a love declaration but at least it was more than a glare and a grunt.

The duck sauce was real duck sauce with no food dyes, even the spicy mustard was different. The rice and my szechuan chicken was perfection. We were both happy with the food.

That’s when I realized why they are so rude here. Because they can be.

The food speaks for itself. When the food is really good you can be a jackass if you want to.

I understood their arrogance, their disdain and their need not to please the customer. The food does all of that. We don’t need their sweetness, kindness or smiles. The food does all that.

I’d rather have good food and mean waiter than a nice waiter and bad food-but that’s just me.

After we got the check we walked over to the cashier to pay. And by “cashier” I mean they guy who was sitting behind the counter eating a huge bowl of noodle soup.

He glanced over, said nothing, took a couple more bites, then begrudgingly walked over and took our money.

No one told us goodbye or hello for that matter. No one even bothered to wish us a nice day or thank us for coming.

But somehow it didn’t matter. I wasn’t even upset about it.

If this restaurant could have a motto it would be “Fuck you, and just..fuck you and then.. fuck you. But try our wonton soup it’s amazing!”


(pardon all the cursing ;)   )




How To Cut Your Ties To Your Past


Sometimes you have to let go of your past to allow your future to come in.

When we hold on to things from our past, they take up so much room in our lives that nothing new can come in and take root.


Certain new situations do show up but they fail to stay because we haven’t let go of our old life.

You can’t spend your life straddling your past and your present.

It’s like standing on the water with two small boats with one leg in each boat.


You can stand on both boats for a brief moment without falling over but sooner or later you’ll have to pick one before you fall off and get knocked into the water.


You can’t have both.

Sometimes we hold on to grudges, old relationships and friendships that no longer suit us or fit into our lives.

Other times we hold back forgiveness from others who have hurt us.

Sometimes the forgiveness we’ve held back has been from ourselves. We haven’t forgiven ourselves for the mistakes of the past.

Anytime you’re unwilling to let go of something that‘s harmful to you from the past, it’s going to keep you from your destiny and any good that wants to enter your life.

It’s not easy to move forward with a new life and also let go of the past.

Sometimes we start a new life but fail to really let go of the first one.

We think we did, but we didn’t.

All along, we’ve been holding on to things that have already let go of us.

You start a new life and go after your dreams but there’s an imaginary string pulling you back like a tether to your old life.


You try to keep moving forward but that old life keeps you in place and haunts you at every turn.
What do you do?

Begin by acknowledging what or who it is you need to let go of. That’s the first step.

Next you have to say goodbye to the negative things or people in the past who have harmed you in some way.

Forgive where you haven’t forgiven, and let go where you haven’t cut that string.


Letting go of our past doesn’t happen all at once. You may discover that the “string” is really a thick rope that takes time to cut through.


There are layers present that you have to slice through bit by bit until you’re truly free from your past.

It can take time and it’s a process. But you still have to do it.


As for me, I’m still a work in progress.

We all are.

But I see that light at the end of the tunnel shining through and I’m going to follow it


Caroline Rezvani


Author Wake Up and Start Dreaming


Turn Your Dream Into Your Day Job



Finding time to myself separate from my “day job” is becoming a challenge.

I feel like I have to be a thief in the night. I have to invent time or steal time from other areas of my life in order to have time to write.


I woke up an hour earlier this morning just so I can have this time to myself.


I think that my day job has taken over too much of my life. No one should be working 8-5 pm, 5 days a week. It’s inhuman. Everyone needs a day off to themselves.


I woke up this morning at my “new time” and instead of hitting the snooze button like I normally do when I have to wake up for work.

I shot out of bed immediately and headed for my laptop without a second to waste.


I knew this time to myself to write was precious and I didn’t want to waste a second of it.

By the way, that’s how you know you’ve found your passion.

When you’re willing to get up earlier or stay up earlier or find time you never knew existed in your day to devote to your “hobby”. When you put more passion into your “hobby” than your “day job.” When you decide to steal time from other areas of your life to give to this “hobby.”

Soon you realize your so-called “hobby” is really your dream.

What you’ve been incorrectly calling a “hobby” is what drives you and what you should really be doing from 8-5 pm instead of what you’re already doing.

Your 8-5 pm should be your passion, not what makes you hit the snooze button a hundred times until you absolutely have to stop hitting that button or you’ll be monumentally late for work.

Every day for my day job I walk in exactly on the nose what time I’m supposed to be there. Not one minute earlier and some days a few minutes later.


I’m never late for the laptop. I’m never late for what I really want to do.

Sadly, I’m in no hurry to show up for a job where I have to clean out a cavity, do a crown or deal with Mrs. So and So’s toothache and attitude problem.

I’m in a big hurry to show up to write that next chapter however. I’m always too tired to see that next patient but come home and have sudden new found energy to write.

That’s very telling.

What are you in a hurry to do? What are you never late for? What makes you get up at the crack of dawn to steal away to do? Why isn’t that your 8-5pm? How can you make it your 8-5?

Start by changing your language. Stop calling your dream a hobby. It’s not a hobby.

Make your apologies to yourself for having called your passion a mere diversion, hobby or distraction. Give your “hobby” the title it deserves. It’s your passion, your dream and the reason you’re here.


My dream makes me feel like myself. The inhuman drudgery of my day job takes my humanity, but my passion makes me feel human again.

Your dream will replenish and put back what your day job takes away.

The goal is to make your dream your day job. The secret is, it won’t feel like work no matter how many hours you devote to your dream.
As for me, I’m working on making that a reality.


Happy Dreaming!


Author of Wake Up And Start Dreaming


Stop Calling Your Dream A Hobby


Not everyone in your life will support your dreams or be sensitive to them.

Don’t expect everyone to be supportive or even care about your dreams. It’s not about them. It’s about you.


A friend of mine recently called my dream of writing just a hobby. It took a lot of energy for me to hold in my anger.


Remember this:


A person’s dream in life is like their baby. They love and treasure it. When someone calls it a mere hobby we fight the urge to throw our drink in their face.


Keep your drink in hand and don’t waste it by flinging it in the face of this insensitive ignoramus.

Don’t worry about what that person said.

As long as you don’t call your dream a hobby then you’ll be fine.









Your true calling, passion and dream in life should never be treated as a hobby. If you’re serious about making it happen then don’t call it a hobby. Make it a part of who you are.

People will make comments about your life. Let them. Don’t let what they say change how you see yourself or your dreams. Just keep moving.

Keep dreaming!!





My 20 year high school reunion is coming up. The very thought makes me want to roll my eyes and not go.

Actually, I’ll do just that.

Reasons Why I’m Not Going

Reason #1 

Let’s be real here. The only people who really want to go to the 20 year reunion are the ones who peaked in high school. (either that or people with a morbid curiosity-but more on that later)

“I Don’t Trust Anybody Who Looks Back On The Years 14-18 With Any Enjoyment. If You Liked Being A Teenager, There’s Something Wrong With You.” -Stephen King

And he’s a genius.

For those who “peaked”, High School was the highlight of their existence. They are excited to go and relive their “glory days.”


Me? I didn’t peak in high school, college or dental school.


Okay, it wasn’t that bad. But really I marched to the beat of my own drum and I gravitated toward others that were just as weird as me.


I think I just started peaking now and hopefully will continue until old age.

I do understand going to the 10 year reunion just for the sake of going. (that’s what I did)

But the 15 year is just silly and the 20 year is even more ridiculous.


Reason #2

Everyone I care to know from high school I already kept in touch with over the years, and none of them are going.

I once ran into someone I knew from high school that I hadn’t seen in years and instead of telling me, “Hey, Caroline! How are things? Haven’t seen you in years!”

She instead she surveyed me with narrowed eyes from head to toe as I removed my 8 layers of clothing that cold winter’s day in the hair salon and said, “A tank top? In winter?”

“Hello to you too!”, I said to her.

That’s “Exhibit A” of why I don’t need to go to my 20 year reunion.

Is it my fault I’m allergic to all things wool and cashmere and have to resort to wearing multiple layers of cotton to keep warm? It’s okay I hate sweaters anyway.

(That is not a sexy look)

My distaste of sweaters alone was enough to propel me to Miami where I’ll live out the rest of my winters where I can live in a “tank top without judgment zone”.


Reason #3

Morbid curiosity caused my friends and I to go to the 10 year reunion.

I no longer have that curiosity about the 20 year.


The only good thing about it was the chocolate fountain.

Sadly, that’s… about… it.

Actually, if i can be guaranteed that there will be a chocolate fountain at this one too, then I’m booking a ticket….No I’m not.


Reason #4

The ones who peaked in high school still kept the same group of friends and actually married into that group and never met anyone else along the way.

At age 28, they were the same people. They didn’t grow or change.

They didn’t suddenly become friendlier or nicer or more mature.

The same groups of people at our school they judged and teased, they still did at age 28.

No sudden life changes or epiphanies for them. How sad.

The rest of us did. We mutated into something better than we were in high school.


We went off and tried new things, met new people and changed.

another genius…

None of us should be the same people we were in high school. Why should we?

Adolescence was a time in our lives when we were not fully formed yet, physically, emotionally and spiritually.

We were only seedlings!

If you don’t agree, that’s okay.


Reason #5

The dreaded questions!!!

As for me, I’ll save my frequent flyer miles for a real vacation rather than a trip down non-existent memory lane where I relive 4 years of a time in my adolescence that I would rather forget and be bombarded with questions like:

“So what do you do? Where do you live? Kids? Husband? What’s your brand of peanut butter?”


But to be honest none of us should ever really “peak” anytime. We’re all works in progress. Maybe we’ll all eventually peak 2 seconds before we die at age 100 and then we have to start all over in the next life! ;)

Onward and upward!



I’m a newbie to Miami adjusting from a life in D.C. and here are a few more things I’ve learned about life here.

If you want to read Part One, click here

1)  When it comes to night life, South Florida is divided into two factions: the Ft. Lauderdale People and the Miami/South Beach People.

There’s a strange and unspoken rivalry between the two groups.

Okay, it’s not that serious but a weird separation does exist.

Ft. Lauderdale people hardly ever go to South Beach and South Beach people usually don’t go to Ft. Lauderdale.

I know some Ft. Lauderdale goers who haven’t seen South Beach in years and have no plans to go anytime soon. It’s odd.
Me? I like both!

2) Creole food. I don’t know what it is yet. This is the first time I’ve lived somewhere where knowing how to speak Creole helps.

I haven’t tackled that mountain yet. I’m still working on my Spanish. But give me time.


3) People in Miami-Dade county often feel weird about heading into Broward county for dinner. I don’t know why.

I found a great restaurant that happened to be right on the border but was on the Broward County side and asked a friend to try it with me. His response, “Oh that’s in Hollywood. No Caroline.” Oh the snobbery.


4) You can never show too much skin here.

Whenever I think my skirt couldn’t possibly be shorter or my outfit couldn’t get anymore risque, a girl will pass by with a pair of shorts going up her butt, a barely there top and a cowboy hat.

My “risqué” outfit soon starts looking like a nun habit.

Wear whatever you want. No one is shocked here. You could walk into a club naked with a hula hoop and no one will give you a second glance.

Or you could even wear this:

But I wouldn’t.

5) Seeing an 18 year old girl on a date with a 70 year old man is normal here. The word Sugar Daddy comes to mind. But I’m not one to judge. Okay maybe a little.


I was having dinner with a friend when I overheard this conversation (if you can call it that) happening at the table next to us.

It made me drop my fork:
18-20 year old hot girl : “I love my car! I love driving it! I love sitting in it! I love looking at it! I love standing next to it!…”
70 year old date: “…….” (says nothing but smiles and nods enthusiastically as if she just told him how she discovered the cure for Diabetes)

I have no problem with people dating with age differences but this, dear reader was not love.

Whenever I comment on a couple like that to someone, their response is always the same. They answer me with a nonverbal rubbing of  their thumb and index and middle fingers together to indicate the universal sign of “money”as an unspoken explanation.


6) If you decide to go to South Beach on Memorial Weekend, mentally prepare yourself to see things that will invade your soul years later and haunt you for all time.

Okay, not even nearly that bad but it’s not all roses and buttercups either. 

I have never seen more prostitutes, police, national guard, crime and drunk people in one place…and I’ve lived in Baltimore! (no offense to Baltimorians)

People who live in or near South Beach generally get the hell out of town Memorial Weekend. Some stores even close down.


7) You’ll see a lot of Lamborghinis, and Ferraris often yellow in color and parked at the entrance of clubs. Get used to it.


8) If you find free parking in South Beach on the street on a weekend night, consider yourself blessed by God. Go buy a lottery ticket. You’re on a roll.


9) Brickell is for people who don’t feel like driving all the way to South Beach for a drink and don’t fall into the Ft. Lauderdale people category.

They usually live in Brickell too. I like it there. Especially Blue Martini.

You can go there on a Wednesday night and it’ll be packed.

One Wednesday night I saw this: someone who sounded like Adele singing live, a raffle where people won Michael Kors handbags, buy one get one free drinks, followed by all night DJ and dancing to whatever.

The only thing missing was a fashion show…wait they had that too…


10) It’s not unusual for someone to try to sell you mangoes, coconuts, bananas or other tropical fruits at intersections. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s organic and the best fruit I’ve ever had.

One guy was pushing a cart of coconuts down the bike path like it was a normal thing to do and was selling them to hikers. Because how can you walk or jog down a path without a coconut in your hand?

We mustn’t forget the random truck pulling up to a group of palm trees.

One guy gets out and shakes the coconuts out of the tree while two other guys catch them on a mattress, then they toss them into the truck and drive off as fast as they showed up, leaving you to wonder what the hell just happened… or did you just imagine the “drive by coconut raid?”


11) If you get to Aventura Mall before 11:30 am on a Saturday you’ll be the only one there. People like to sleep in.


12) Ocean Drive at night is for tourists.

Once you live here you’ll never want to go again.

But then one day someone visits you from out of town and says to you, “Let’s go to Ocean Drive!”

Then you roll your eyes and begrudgingly take them to Mangos to watch the bartenders dance on the bar while you contemplate the meaning of your life and the answers to all of life’s big questions

Then after an hour of feeling the sweaty men rub their perspiration all over you as they pass you by too closely on the overcrowded dance floor and listen to the same exact merengue song 4 times in one hour, you beg your friend to let you take them to a magical place called, “Anywhere but here”


13) If you’re eating in South Beach, your tip will be included in your check.

Why? One word: Europeans.

No offense to anyone from Europe (hey, I have family all over Europe) but you guys don’t tip.

Because of the non-tipping Europeans everyone’s tip will be included.

This means your waiter doesn’t have to be nice to you, they can be horrible to you in fact-and they’ll still get their tip.

14) I know I briefly mentioned elderly drivers in part one blog post, but it’s such a situation that it’s worth delving into more.

I got nothing but love for elderly drivers. One day I’ll be one too. But for the love of all that’s holy and sacred, stay out of their way.

They don’t check their blind spots when changing lanes, they don’t use turn signals and they either drive really slow or incredibly fast.

Their turn signals in their cars are sparkly and clean from lack of use.


Actually, what am I saying? Most people of all ages don’t use their turn signal.

And when they do use it they must be so confused by it because I often see someone signaling right and then turning left. Or vice versa.


15) Miami is at sea level.

Actually all of Florida is, so when it rains-not even that much, you’ll need a canoe.

The flooding is sudden and epic.

I once lost my flip flop as it floated away from me ON THE SIDEWALK and my cousin broke her umbrella crossing a tiny walkway to get from Starbucks to just across the sidewalk at Sushi Samba.

After locating my lost shoe we waded through water up to our shins. By the time we got to the other side we looked like wet puppies.

Interesting thing-I met people here who have never seen a basement to a house.

Makes sense since we’re at sea level. If you did have one your basement would have a school of fish living in it.


16) Floridians are not afraid of hurricanes. (although we probably should be)

An impending hurricane to a Floridian is usually as scary as a snow storm to someone from Minnesota.

The rest of the country panics more for Florida than Florida panics for Florida.

But I bet if mother nature ever decided to drop one single snow flake here the entire state would end up in Armageddon.

Not a single loaf of bread would be left in the stores.


17) Lesson I learned: If you’re walking calmly on a path surrounded by trees and bushes and you hear what sounds to be a large animal scurrying toward you and it doesn’t sound like a bird, bunny rabbit or raccoon (don’t have them here anyway), it’s probably an alligator.

Run like hell and don’t look back.


18) There’s a divorce truck that I see all over town.

They advertise a quick divorce for only $250!

I don’t get it. Why do they need the truck? Can you get divorced in the truck? Do they come to you? Who’s behind the wheel? The mystery continues unabated.

19) Beware of any pina colada or strawberry daiquiri that comes in a glass this big.

One drink costs $45 bucks, is watered down and it doesn’t taste good. You’re better off paying less and getting this instead.

It’s a tourist trap. Reminds me of when I went to a gelateria in Rome and the guy who worked there asked me if I wanted “the special”.

I said yes and ended up getting a $20 ice cream cone with 4 sugar cones sticking out of it randomly and a little umbrella and the flag of 3 different countries jammed in it for no reason. It was a hot mess. I felt so wronged.

20) These little guys are everywhere.

I scream when I see them. They run across your path when you’re happily walking down the sidewalk.

They’re fast and scurry all over the place. The hotter it is the more you’ll see.

One day one tried to get into my apartment. And I’m on the 20th floor.  Who knew they could climb like that? Oh the horror of one day finding one under your pillow.

21) Murphy’s law: if you’re late for something or had too much water to drink, the draw bridge will be up and the train will be crossing.

Little trivia, Florida has the most railroad crossings than any other state. ( at least that’s what I read) They’re everywhere and also on my way to work.


None of this is actually me complaining. I’ll take it all. I love this crazy town! ;)



I was a Washington D.C. native turned Miami resident. Here are some pearls I’ve learned in my first year here. 
1) When someone says the phrase, “A cold front is moving in” and they say it with fear in their eyes, you become frantic and check the forecast and see that it’s going to be 59 degrees.

This news causes mass panic down here. The boots will come out, and the fur coats are pulled out of storage.

The weather forecasters will even tell you to bundle your children up before they go to the bus stops. Most people won’t leave the house unless they have to.
I laughed at everyone until I found myself sheepishly putting on a sweater, jacket and even a hat in 60 degree weather. It had only been 2 months and I was already a Floridian.


2) People here sing a lot more. Maybe it’s the sunshine or the ocean that puts people in the singing mood.

No idea why, but now I’m doing it. In D.C. I never would’ve been caught dead singing anywhere in public. I can’t sing. I can’t stress this enough. NO SINGING CAPABILITY.

I was walking around Walgreens yesterday and I was halfway through my rendition of a Whitney Houston chart topper before I realized I wasn’t singing it in my head, but out loud.

What’s strange is no one thought I was odd and even stranger I went ahead and finished the song.

3) I’m an aggressive driver now. You have to be down here. It’s a survival skill.

The drivers here are reckless. They make crazy, drastic moves and usually while holding their cell phones to their ear or while texting. If you see an elderly driver, just let them do what they need to do. Get the hell out of their way.


People here don’t thank you when you let them merge in front of you. Why should they? The attitude is that you better let them go or else.

If you don’t, they’ll just go anyway and try to hit you in the process. Especially if their car is bigger than yours. I’ve had many SUVs and trucks try to mow me down. I’ve just learned to move out of the way.

Just let them get in front of you. You’ll live longer.

I’ve never seen driving like this. It’s routine to see people changing 4 lanes over in one drastic move. It’s like everyone just got their license and is angry about it.

I saw a guy get out of his car while waiting for the draw bridge to go down and get a bottle of Hennessy out of his trunk so he can drink it straight from the bottle while he waited. This is normal behavior down here.

4) I now commonly use the phrase at work to my co-workers, “F@# this. Let’s just go to the beach” and I can mean it year round since the beach is less than 4 miles away. So actually “f@@ing this” and going to the beach is no longer an impossible feat.

In D.C. I would look up at the sky on a tough work day and wish I was at the beach which was 100s of miles away and even when I got there chances are it would be too cold. I would go home and make a drink and put an umbrella in it and pretend I was there.


5) I find myself speaking Spanish-even to people who don’t speak Spanish. Spanish isn’t my first language or even my second. I just like it.

Oh, and If you look like you’re remotely from any other country other than the United States, people will assume you’re a native speaker and will converse with you in Spanish. Just go with it. Better yet-learn Spanish.


6) I tried fervently to like coconut water.

People here love coconut water. It’s like an addiction. I didn’t get the memo.

There’s all kinds of flavors of coconut water. Mango, Pineapple, lemon…I watched people buy it by the gallons and swear it’s the nectar of the gods.

There are a lot of health benefits to it. I tried to like it. But I just can’t. It makes me queasy.

Except coconut water already inside of a coconut with rum mixed in is good and okay by me. But that’s another story.

7) I tried Jamaican food. Where has it been all my life?


8) I discovered the magic of a Cuban steak sandwich with little shoe string potatoes mixed in to the sandwich.

Why has no one told me about this until now? Why? Shoe string potatoes in a sandwich. It’s so simple yet genius at the same time.

Oh, and the best Cuban food can be found at the little mom and pop places hidden from sight.

Word of advice: finish all your food. If you don’t the cooks will come out and demand to know why you didn’t like your food. They will want an explanation. I left a scrap of food on my plate and they made me feel like I was 5 years old again and I didn’t finish my dinner. I wanted to cry.

Finish your food. You don’t want this guy mad at you.


9) Pollo Tropical is like Chipotle with an island twist.

I love the sauce bar. I’m a saucy girl. I’ll fill up those little sauce cups with every single sauce they have. People here love sauce. They have an entire sauce bar dedicated to you saucing up your food. They have hot sauce, salsa, yellow curry, a white sauce with cilantro, and others.

They even give you a bag to hold all the sauce you grabbed to make sure your sauce doesn’t spill and its safe and protected. Sauce is important down here.

My pet name for this place is just, “Pollo”.
Them: “Where are you going for lunch Caroline?”
Me: “Pollo.”
Them: Complete understanding of what you’re talking about.

10) When you ask for iced tea and you want unsweetened you have to specify unsweetened. Otherwise they’ll automatically bring you sweet tea. Up north the default tea was unsweetened. Here, its sweet tea.

Tea so sweet here that one sip will enter your soul and you’ll soon have such a sugar rush that they will have to scrape you off the ceiling with a spatula.


Unless you’re body is ready for that, for the love of all things holy and good ask for unsweetened.

Me? I like to be in control of my sugar/iced tea ratio. I decide how much sugar I get. I decide! Leave it up to the sweet tea gods and it’s Caroline on the roof fixing a loose shingle on a house that‘s not even hers.

11) Aventura traffic is a force to be reckoned with. If you can drive through there, you can drive through anywhere.

If it’s the holidays, it’s even worse. Pack a lunch for the drive if you have the audacity to drive anywhere near Aventura Mall during the holidays.

A legitimate excuse to being 45min late is, “I had to drive through Aventura to get here.” The person you’re late meeting will just nod their head in complete understanding and all anger will drain away from them.

12) Seeing someone shopping at Whole Foods in 6 inch platform hot pink stillettos, a red mini skirt, a green tank top and bleached blonde hair teased high to get closer to heaven is normal. No one looks at this person twice. In fact, why aren’t you wearing that too?


13) Walking down Lincoln Road in the middle of June during the day will make you sweat more than doing a 2 hour hot yoga class on the “hot side” of the room. Do yourself a favor and wait until sunset.

That way you won’t have to crawl into Starbucks completely dehydrated and begging for iced tea, water or an IV drip.


14) School zones are 15mph. If you go more than that they will get you. I once went 16mph and a flashing sign told me I was going 16 and said, “SLOW DOWN!”

I was only going 16mph! What did the sign want me to do? If I went any slower I’d have to just get out of the car and get a cup of coffee.

When I turn my car on, it’s already going 5mph. When I put my seat belt on its already going a crazy 10mph.

If I sneeze it may go 12mph. At 16mph, I’m considered an unhinged race car driver.

I have 3 school zones to get through on my way to work. And I’m always late.

15mph when you’re already late is torture. Yes, I respect the school zones but I’m always thrilled on a major holiday or “teacher work day” when I can drive down the street without my car making fun of me for going so slow. The slow pace hurts my car’s feelings.

15) Cuban coffee.

Where has it been all my life? Where? Tell me why no one told me? I’m so upset.

I think back on all the wasted years of not drinking Cuban coffee and it brings a tear to my eye. Why????!!!!! I have a lot of catching up to do.

When I first starting working here I saw a co-worker feverishly mixing something in a mug. I asked her what she was doing and she innocently said, “A bit of coffee and sugar.“

They take their Cuban coffee seriously here. She mixed it up and poured a small shot glass amount for everyone at work.

I took a sip. I hit the ceiling.

I took a second sip and I remembered where I left my charm bracelet that I lost in the 7th grade.

I took a 3rd sip and I believed that all dreams can come true.

By the time I was done, I was in love with everybody and wanted to cure world hunger.

If everyone on earth drank Cuban coffee there would be no crimes or hatred in the world. Just saying. Think about it.

16) Plantains are in everything and everywhere. Get used to it. And Yuca too. Don’t get me started on fried yuca.

Put them in your cereal, your pasta, next to your chicken or under your pillow so they can invade your dreams.

Living down here is different. I don’t understand it all. But I’ve learned to just go with it.

Mostly I just love it here!



The Path Less Traveled


Today I had an appointment with someone who used to be a middle school teacher and now runs her own salon.

She left her old career and traded it in for a new one.

She found her niche. She’s so good that people travel distances to see her just for eyebrow threading.

Is it hard to leave one career that’s not fulfilling you and find something that you not only are good at but also love? Not nearly as hard as you think.

You just have to decide that you’re going to do it and just do it.

Put the negative thinking aside and throw all the excuses away. Not only will you be happy you took that leap but you’ll be more successful.
Why? Because happiness in your career will draw money and success to you. You’ll be more successful than you ever imagined.

Imagine waking up each day to do exactly what you want to do. That life is yours if you want it bad enough.

All you have to do is take that first step.





6 Ways to Beat Procrastination

We all procrastinate. We’re not perfect. But if your procrastination gets so bad that it holds you back from accomplishing your dreams, this is when you have to take control and put a stop to it.

Here are some tricks:

1) Remove all distractions from your sight. Whatever your biggest distractions are, get away from them if only for a short while everyday. Distractions can be habits like roaming around on the internet for hours or can be toxic people in your life who hold you back.


2) Set your goals.  What goals are you working toward? Where do you want to be in one year? Or better yet, in five years? Write down your 5 year plan and put it in a spot where you’ll see it everyday. Let that be your daily reminder of what you want to do with your life.


3) Think about the last day of your life. Not to be morbid but we are all going to die and you need to take advantage of the time you have. Time flies. If you’re not careful it will all pass you by. On your last day, what do you want to look back on as your accomplishments? What regrets do you not want to have that day?

4) Do at least one thing everyday that will move you toward your goals. One step at a time. One step is better than no step at all. For example, a person who writes one page a day, in one year will have written a 365 page book.

5) Surround yourself with successful people who are also chasing after their dreams. They will help motivate you. I believe who you choose to surround yourself with will ultimately determine the course of your life. Negative people who bring themselves down will drag you down with them. Choose to be with people who will uplift you and inspire you. Making that small, yet powerful change will dramatically shift your life direction.


6) Believe in yourself. Trust that no dream is too big for you and you’re meant to live the life you always dreamed of. That dream was placed in your heart for a reason. You’re supposed to make your dreams a reality.  You’re not meant to leave them in the dark and waste them away with procrastination.



We Are All Dreamers

I recently moved across the country and took a major step in changing my life. I left my old life behind and traded it in for a new one.

Along the way, I finished my first book and just published it. It’s called Wake Up and Start Dreaming.

I wrote it for every person out there who dreams of changing their life but doesn’t know where to start and feels like the obstacles are like a mountain blocking their path.

There is hope. Never let anyone or any situation make you believe that you don’t deserve to have the life you want or make you settle for what you have.

We all deserve to live our dreams. Otherwise, what are we doing here?

If you want to read my book you can find it here.