If life is a journey, I’ve travelled under both stormy and fair skies, with companions along the way who have kept me warm, fed me well, broken my heart, expanded my views, held my hand, and made me laugh.

I’m a teacher, a writer, and a parent. A seeker, a questioner, and a procrastinator. A converted Catholic with an appreciation for Buddhism and the Twelve Steps. An L.A. born woman informed by my east coast and international educations, my global residential history, and a spectrum of careers – among them diplomat, public relations exec, and now a university teacher.

My friends will tell you I’m a good listener. I credit that with having my heart broken at age ten when we lost our house, and nearly lost my father, a brilliant physician, to painkiller addiction. My compassion for other people is grounded in recognizing when others are suffering because it resonates in a deep place in my memory. A natural extrovert, I also marvel at the reward of keeping quiet, my ear to the ground, my whole being engaged in listening – to my family, my students, the natural world- without planning a response.

By exploring this site you can see my professional interests, my writing projects, and even read my blog, Wise Latina 101. What can you expect by following my musings? A person sharing her transitions. Someone who has finally realized there are no right answers. Just our own best guesses. Someone willing to bring you into the process of exploring all the ways the universe continues to humble, challenge, bless, and amaze.

For example, in losing my mother, grief is the teacher that has become my unanticipated companion in the last year. Grief’s lingering effects have both wounded and softened me. The suffering in the world now sings to me more viscerally than at any moment since I first became a parent and grew a universal heart. To plumb my grief, I find that my eyes, heart, and mind turn to reflections on the interconnectedness of life. My spiritual journey is fed as much by Rumi and my grandmother as by the gospel writer Luke, Pope Francis, Anne Lamott, or Thich Nhat Hanh.

Thank you for finding this space. I’m happy and privileged to share it, and myself, with you.


3 thoughts on “Home

  1. Sarah April 5, 2015 / 4:38 am

    Love everything about your blog! Glad to learn you have one. Sarah (monst) ☺️

    • caronmartinez April 29, 2015 / 2:15 am

      Thank you, my friend! I appreciate that so much. As I continue to launch it – spread the word, post more items, share more thoughts – I hope you’ll come along for the ride.

  2. Kim Houser May 2, 2015 / 3:54 pm

    Oh Caron, you write so beautifully, you paint such clear pictures with your words… of course, with every mention of your mom, tears well up inside me… I too am still grieving… but that is the gift of love, isn’t it? So happy to see your blog, and continue this journey with you. Much love, KimH

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