I’m Monique. Daughter of Aleyda, granddaughter of Concepcion, and great-granddaughter of Angelica.
I wrestled with depression from my early teens and became a widow at 25 years old. In my early 30s I left religion and found yoga, which I credit as taking me from surviving to thriving.
These days I write. I teach yoga. I mother my son. I laugh a lot. Not enough, but I’m working on that.
I post daily on grief here.
Listen to an interview I gave on grief in the body, trauma, yoga, and being human here.
The Grief Practice is my second book on grief and loss and first (successful!) attempt at creating a beautiful, art-filled, large-format, workbook-style book.
I live in San Diego, California, where I plant giant sunflowers every spring and believe at least six impossible things before breakfast.
I send a note to you once a month or so if you say yes here. No bells-and-whistles, just some honest words from my heart to yours.
What would I say if the whole world was listening?
This is not a dress rehearsal.
What would you say?