Maria Rose
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To the Girl Who Saved Us
Dear 20-Year-Old Me, I can hardly put into words how much I need to thank you right now. I’ve been sitting here thinking about all that you went through, all that you endured, and I’m honestly in awe of your strength. You were 20, scared, and overwhelmed, and yet you made the decision to leave an abusive marriage. I can’t imagine how hard that was—how many times you second-guessed yourself, how many times you thought you couldn’t do it. But you did. You made it out. And I don’t think I’d be here, at 34 years old, living the life I am now, if you hadn’t done that.
By Maria Rose about a year ago in Confessions
The Tour Guide
"The Trail of Happiness" sounded harmless enough, right? By the way, my name’s Jake, and if you like stories that sound too wild to be true, stick with me until the end. It’s July 2012, and my friends and I are bored out of our skulls. You know those summer days when you’re just itching for something new? That’s when I stumbled upon a Facebook post about this place called “The Trail of Happiness” — supposedly a magical hiking trail deep in some enormous, unexplored forest. Sounded like the perfect excuse for a camping trip, so I tagged everyone. You see, every summer, we’d make these drunk plans to go camping but never actually did it. This time, I wasn’t taking no for an answer.
By Maria Rose about a year ago in Fiction
Hey, iPhone—it's Over
Hey, iPhone—It’s over. Who else grabs their phone to use the restroom? Just me? In this day and age, where your Instagram story represents your mood and your LinkedIn profile signifies your economic value, it can be hard to understand where your phone ends and you begin.
By Maria Rose about a year ago in Longevity
3 Steps to Recharge and Reclaim Your Life!
It's no secret that life is hard, even on a good day. When you throw kids, bills, and unexpected emergencies in the mix, you've got yourself a cocktail of what is known as "adulting." Sometimes it can feel like if you do it right, you'll have everything paid and no money leftover, happy children with zero time for yourself, and dinner made with a few extra pounds to boot. Hey, I'm not here to disagree with your reality. I am here to acknowledge both sides of the big picture. On one hand, you may feel overwhelmed and uninspired. On the other hand, you still wake up every day and wonder: Is this it? Is this the best that life has for me? The answer is: absolutely not!
By Maria Rose 3 years ago in Lifehack
The Last Train
The Last Train I wasn’t a depressive. I was a “wounded optimist.” Once, I even found the emotional strength to join a few dating apps and dream about a long, romantic vacation in Europe. But alas, disappointment would eventually knock on my door, and I would answer. I was sick and tired of the random visits, but it always came with wine… so I let it in.
By Maria Rose 3 years ago in Confessions
Dominican Stewed Beans
I learned how to make this recipe when I moved to the Dominican Republic 11 years ago with my one and two-year-old daughters. It was my first time on a plane, and I was flying across an ocean. Looking down at the sea from forty thousand feet in the air was surreal, like living inside of a postcard. I’ll never forget the experience that sent shock waves down my comfort zone when I landed. I was bombarded with happy faces hoping to carry my bags for a tip. The taxi driver drove so fast to the hotel; you’d think we were the getaway car. Later that evening, I found myself dining at a beachfront restaurant. I ordered a dish called pollo guisado, with rice and beans on the side. The beans were so good; I remember thinking... who knew? Beans aren’t blah in this country. Oh no, they’re just as delicious as the meat.
By Maria Rose 5 years ago in Feast
The Pleiadian Pledge
I don’t know how I survived... Saying that a lot of people died is a devastating understatement. According to the World Health Organization, the earth’s population was diminished to one hundred million. 98.5 percent of humans were wiped off the map. Gone. Forever. The aftermath left cities reeking of decaying corpses while those alive were reduced to their lowest, primitive natures.
By Maria Rose 5 years ago in Fiction
The Little Black Book
According to quantum physics, when looking through a microscope at a subatomic range, protons are only visible when someone looks through its lens. However, when no one is looking - there is nothing there. That's the best way I can describe what happened to me three years ago…
By Maria Rose 5 years ago in Futurism
