Claudia Rodriguez
Bio
I am a nature loving person who finds the indoors quite suffocating after a while, I find inspiration in the beauty of a mountain, the flight of a bird or the soft swaying of a flower in the wind.
Stories (21/0)
The Untold Truth of Male Abuse
Public Life, this is how we see our celebrities as people who have no privacy, everything they do and say is out for us to see and if they try to keep it private we rebel against them for hiding out. I have always told my kids I am a fan of a celebrity by their work but not of their personal life and I try to keep out of the gossip columns as well as media platforms that just throw gossip my way, they should have a little privacy (a lot really). Once their work hours are done we should not want to be all inside how they live or what they eat, wear, or think, it's not right, but when something that they have gone thru affects the rest of the world, then yes we need to know, for several reasons, they can impact how an issue can be viewed in terms of how we handle such situations ourselves. And to realize that they are just like the rest of us peasants living life with ups and downs and tragedy as well as triumph. Love them, enjoy their work and be there for them. But allow privacy as well as support when asked for.
By Claudia Rodriguez10 months ago in Humans
HOW WE MET ROSCOE
It was two days before Christmas, my daughter and I left work early that day so we could finish our Christmas shopping, our main focus was to find a puppy for dad. Well for all of us really, but dad was in recovery from a broken arm. We made out way to a couple of stores bought a few things and headed to the shelter, ready to adopt. One shelter down no luck we wanted a puppy or maybe even a one-year-old, nothing older, a well-tempered easy-going dog, one who would bond with us. A 10-week old puppy would have been perfect but if you want a specific breed it usually costs more. We checked out a puppy place in town only to find out the owners had been forced to close due to shady business practices, so no puppy here. On we went to another shelter, where we found a possibility, a black Lab mix only 9 months old, I was ready to visit with her and find out if we were meant for each other, but as we went to ask about her she was taken away to her visit with her possible new family.
By Claudia Rodriguezabout a year ago in Petlife
Home Again
I finally had a chance to make my way back home, so much time had passed, yet the town was still pretty much the same as if time stood still, a few things were different like the grocery store, it was a national company that had arrived in town yet still small, there were 2 more gas stations and the end of the road was extended by a few more blocks to make way for a few more local shops, and exactly 25 new houses, My father said that was the agreement only a small number of houses, a few more stores and that the main road that led back to the highway would not be overpopulated.
By Claudia Rodriguezabout a year ago in Fiction
Being to me
Sleep is the one thing I can always leave for later, I’m ok with a couple of hours I would say, have a soda, or coffee, eat a snack, it will wake you up they would say, the worst part is that we reach for the bad snacks, the sugary drinks, at least in my case. For years now I have been running basically on fumes, bad eating habits, terrible sleep patterns, and being a diabetic, I was on a path of self-destruction, a path that was not comfortable but it seemed it was the only way to get things done.
By Claudia Rodriguezabout a year ago in Motivation
My Discovery of a Peaceful Life
Finally moved in, it took a whole village to get me relocated to the most remote place I could think of, only to be closer to my ancestors, the sky, and the land that saw my great-grandparents grow. My family helped me build a home in a 1000 acre lot that my grandparents left us, my siblings decided they did not want it, and passed it all to me, it was a remote forest and in the middle, I built a cabin, the process took 6 months, from ground break to placing the final touches on the coffee table. My father added a security system, my mom a very big pantry, and my siblings a satellite dish half a mile away to ensure that I would have a way to communicate with them. I was so secluded that my closest neighbor was about 25 miles away, and that neighbor was my grand uncle, this land has been in the family forever, the ranch that my grand uncle owned was the main source of income for the whole family, and as the family continued to grow so did the business, coffee and cattle two things that seven generations had worked on and of course the forest the one reason to keep this land was to make sure that just like we received from it, we would give back to it. Here we had it all; water, trees, animal life and open skies.
By Claudia Rodriguez2 years ago in Earth
An Imaginary Foe
I awoke with a sense of being watched, of having been tapped on my shoulder. Not again I thought, I tried to center my thoughts and maybe see something in the darkness. I couldn’t remember if I had been dreaming, but I felt like someone/something was or had been in the room. It was still very dark outside, and no sounds at all. It was my 15th birthday, a hard one this would be.
By Claudia Rodriguez2 years ago in Fiction
A race for life.
“So you're strong and you are fast,” she said, “you can do it all on your own?, ok let's see, show me what you're made of.'' She challenged him. He was only 12 years old, but he had the mentality of a grown-up. He had been told early on by his grandmother that he would grow up to be big, strong, and important to his people. He took it to heart, and when school started he was only 6 years old, he found every request and learning opportunity to be a challenge that he needed to conquer. He jumped across the river stones, used the canoe to race the fish in the lake, and did all of it on his own, no grown-ups to help, but he could not win a landrace on foot against his older sister. And that was the one thing he wanted most, she is not better than me he thought, I am going to beat her this time. Off they went running across the fields of mango trees, he did not accept her offer to have a head start. He was actually mad that she would say it like that, he was bigger now and he cold beat her this time, 4 laps across the 2-acre field, he had been practicing for this, and well Susie was a track and field star in high school though only a sophomore she had made a name for herself, but she would never admit to Ricky that it was him that pushed her on, she began participating in track and field after her P.E teacher in 8th grade saw her run away from little Ricky, but it was Susie’s form and agility that had gotten the teacher’s attention,
By Claudia Rodriguez2 years ago in Fiction
One More Please Slice!
The smell of fresh coffee woke me up. Coffee ready so early in the morning! What am I saying? Of course, there is coffee! she has been up for a couple of hours now, I am late by her standards. The sunlight coming through the window and the singing of the birds reminded me that I was home, it was peaceful, nothing like the city mornings rushed and chaotic; no not here, not this week. It was finally time to refresh, to get back to basics, and coffee was the first step. I got up and made my way over to the kitchen where I was greeted with a unison of good mornings and was handed a large steaming hot cup of coffee and with it a homemade muffin. Definitely not the city, this was cozy and full of love.
By Claudia Rodriguez2 years ago in Fiction
The Father She Never Knew
25 years had passed since she last visited her hometown, almost everything was the same, she knew the roads like the back of her hand, but the fear of what had made her leave and kept her away all this time still played in her mind. Those memories never left; they had remained quite alive thru the years. But now she was back and that old fear was still present, “Stop! you know it’s over” after all the one that had haunted her all her life was finally gone. Her mother's life was finally free of pain.
By Claudia Rodriguez2 years ago in Fiction
