Growing up as an island girl, a lot of my childhood memories involved stumbling upon morivivi plants and feeling utter fascination– small and dainty but adaptable, these wild flowers reacted to touch. When looking for a name for this blog, this memory resonated in more ways than one.

The spanish word morivivi can be translated in english to the words “died-lived”. This is exactly the impression this plant gives you once touched–you may think it died, but in reality it has only closed its leaves inward to defend itself from harm. 

Amorivivi is an adaptation from two key words I strive to live by every day: “Amor y Vivir” (to love and to live). It also goes back to the nature of the morivivi plant and its ability to adapt.

In these pages you will read my stories of frustration, hopelessness, substance abuse, domestic violence survival, and a full life of redemption, love, hope and completeness.  Like the “morivivi”, life challenged me to close and lose myself one time after the other, but I managed to open again to love and live fully.