365 Snap Shots of Life: Day 211

How is your Sunday so far? Mine is consisting of a little house work, a bit of Olympic games viewing and now giving you yet another preview of my new book coming out SOON!. When I was writing Salsa! The Taste of Life, I was afraid I wouldn’t have enough material. Now, after editing it turns out I had a surplus! I’m so glad too because I get to use this edited material to promote Salsa! before it goes live.

My editor suggested that I save this material I had to cut out for another book. I thought of it and then I realized I don’t have to. Do you know why? because this writer knows that her creative fountain will never run dry. You see, the creative process is a marvelous thing. I write when I have something to say. There are times when I only journal my personal thoughts. So I keep writing. Then after seeping in my own creative juices after a little while, VOILA! The flow starts back up. That’s why I can share my edited work with the world on my blog right now; because I know there’s more coming!

Happy Sunday!

Children No More

The children are at school,

always being taught

to ignore the Golden Rule,

What they learn is for naught.



The children in school all day,

told what to do every hour,

even told how they can play;

their disposition is quite sour.



The children in school all week;

they never learn about God.

Taught to be selfish instead of meek,

at home the parents spare the rod.



The children in school all year;

taught to be good for nothing,

filling them up with knowledge, facts, and fear,

out after twelve years, knowing nothing at all.

From the crib to the daycare,

from the daycare to the classroom,

all they learn is to defy God and swear.

The children are in school…

Today, to be a child is quite rare.

-Eva Santiago Copyright 2012

DISCLAIMER! This poem is in no way meant to offend any teacher who works in the public school system. I have many friends who teach in public schools and I respect them all for the tremendous job they do in a failed system.

2012 Olympic Games On!

The Olympics are under way and I wanted to share some fun pics today. London, you did a great job on staging a show of such magnitude! BRAVO! Let’s not forget that the games are mainly about PEOPLE and not just lights, cameras, action! These are real people out there whom I’m sure have sacrificed a great deal to land a spot on any country’s team. On that reason alone, they all deserve much respect. I’d love to hear each person’s story of the countless amount of blood, sweat and tears that were shed on the road to these 2012 games.

Let’s not forget the people who volunteered to make this ceremony a success. It takes a great love of your country to give so much of your own personal time to stage such an event. THESE are the real heroes in my book. So to the people of London who made it all happen: KUDOS!! Don’t listen to any of the critical reviews or bad press, you all did a SUPERB job!

Go team USA!!!

-Eva Santiago copyright 2012


365 Snap Shots of Life: Day 209


Ready for another pre-taste of Salsa! the Taste of Life? It’s my new book going live soon! 🙂 Well here, have a taste!! I wish you a grand week-end and may you stop for a minute and take in a sunset 🙂


Am I a Baby or Just a Bump?

Mama, Mama, what am I?

Am I a baby,

or just an ugly bump?



Some people say I am a baby;

others say I’m just some tired bump.


Since when does a human life

get reduced to a bump?



Every day, I grow inside here. Yet people forget,  because I am little and still being knitted and formed, that I have  feelings. I am reduced to no more  than a bump.



When God looks at me, does he see a person,

or am I just another lump of clay in His hands?



When Eve, the mother of all the living, conceived her first child,

was she so figure-conscious as to refer to the life inside her as

just a bump?



For centuries women regarded the miracle that life is

as something holy and inspiring.

What have we come to now,

that we depreciate and devalue,

and reduce it to nine months

of carrying an unsightly bump?



Roe vs. Wade-

Gave women the freedom to kill their own babies.

No wonder now young girls,

think nothing of discarding the bump,

into an old garbage dump.



The opinion of the day is for women,

of all races, ages, and sizes

to deal with the bump!

Get rid of it through c-section surgery;

as fast as you can.

Go back to the gym;

hurry up now, get back to that size two

as fast as you can!

Don’t nourish your baby; don’t give her your best,

because after all, it’s just an unsightly bump!


Let’s save the whales, they say!

Let’s save the buffalo!

Let’s throw away human life,

because after all, it’s just an insignificant bump!



We were all fashioned and created by someone way bigger.

We bear the image and face of almighty God.

Now what did you come from?

A human being made in His image,

or just an unsightly bump?

A heavenly place next to His throne?

Or an obscure garbage dump?


Would you throw God into a dumpster?

-Eva Santiago Copyright 2012




Watch this video and decide for yourself!





Representative Mike Kelly, speaking on the House floor today, managed something very rare in the history of the institution – he got a standing ovation. Applause is usually forbidden in the house, but Kelly‘s blistering attack on regulatory red tape and Washington’s culture of control was apparently so powerful that several of his fellow house members couldn’t resist showing their support, clapping, standing up and shouting “USA! USA! USA!”

Would you applaud this way? See Kelly’s speech below and decide for yourself:



365 Snap Shots of Life: Day 208

Some people will get along once you sit both of them down and help them see that their difference can help them if they want to. I have 2 amazing daughter who at times don’t get along because they both focus on their negative qualities too much. My daughters are as different as sand paper is to cotton. Years ago I saw this and I knew it would be their stumbling block. Today I sat them down and I explained that each could take from the other; my oldest daughter is verbal, strongly opinionated and out going. My 2nd daughter is quiet, reserved and shy. So I told the oldest one to learn to be a bit reserved and I told my second daughter to stop worrying so much about people’s opinions and be more out going. See, I believe we were all put in this life to learn from one another.

I once told a woman  I wished I was more like her because she was always quiet. She looked at me in amazement and she said that she wished she were more like me; outgoing and confident. You never know how you affect a person. Since that day I quit trying to be something other than what God made me.

This poem, another one of my edits from my new book soon to be released, Salsa! The Taste of Life, is a brief observation on love. I hope you appreciate it and I look forward to your feed back.


True love is when it’s not about you.

True love knows how to bow out gracefully.

True love is me, reassuring the well-being of both our souls.

True love is knowing when to speak and when to be quiet.

True love is not pushy or antsy,

True love doesn’t care about fancy.

-Eva Santiago Copyright 2012

365 Snap Shots of Life: Day 207


Good Morning! Today I will share a short poem I wrote for my book, Salsa! the Taste of Life. I keep saying it will be out soon, and just hang in there with me because I tell you, “birthing” a book IS a process!  Happy Wednesday and I hope you like my post for today! Life is too short, smile at a stranger, open the door for someone and call that friend you haven’t heard from in a while. Yes, it may be their turn to call you, but so what? Don’t keep score, call them anyway and make their day! 🙂


Words Are Swords


Words are swords

Some are sharp

And some are shrill—

As the sound of a drill.

It takes talents and skill,

To say the right words;

To bring life and encourage,

But never to kill.



Words are swords;

Double edged and ready to go.

Use them every day and everywhere.

Pick them as a warrior,

With much thought and care.



Words are swords.

Don’t ever waste them.

Learn how to use them,

To make friends,

To soothe your foes.

-Eva Santiago copyright 2012


365 Snap Shots of Life: Day 206

Well today was a great day! I found out from my editor, Amber Losson that I will be able to put more pictures in my new book due out soon; SALSA! THE TASTE OF LIFE. You see, I also like to paint and I was going to include some of my art work already.  I can have more of my art work married to my poems and stories in the  new book I am so excited about. I can’t stop ranting about it. And I can’t wait to share it with the world! Enjoy today’s post, it’s also another one of my edited poems from my book. I Love it when a plan comes together; and what I love more, is when a dream becomes reality!

Heart Song


So we meet again,

and I see that love,

True love, the deep achy kind

is never for naught.

To love another human being

is truly divine

Whether the beloved

Accepts it or not…

Or if it’s something you fought.


Ignoring it

does not degrade or demean;

Love is pure gold.

It never loses its value.

Instead, the more you love,

its market value soars.

So if I tell you, “Te quiero,”

and you run off

scared and bewildered,

is that my fault?

I used to think so,

and now I’m convinced otherwise.



I gave you some gold from my vault

and gave it freely.

With no strings attached?

Sure. No frills, really!

You couldn’t handle my freedom

And do you know why?

Because what I’ve always given

Is something you’ve never, ever had.



Love must be chosen;

It can never be forced,

for once it’s coerced,

it ceases being love.

Love is a dove

Perched high up above.

Once you hunt it,

trap it, and cage it,

you kill its sweet song



So here I am again,

Offering you what I did

all those many years ago,

and you still do as before.

Stand still as if paralyzed

by the warmth of my fuego,

No seas tonto niño

Esto no es un juego…

Games are for children!



So I’ve decided to be still,

give you all the space,

hide my radiant face

from you…

‘til you wake up

and come to your senses

and answer the call.




Otherwise if I manipulate

guilt and coerce,

what I’ve always felt

will lose purity and intensity

and then I’ll be left

with something far lesser,

cheap and of no value;

Fool’s gold.



All that glitters is not gold.

My love for you

doesn’t just glitter;

it sparkles and shines.

It lights up my days

and gives me warmth

on the cold, coldest of nights.

If this wasn’t real,

it would have

by now vanished…



But to prove it to you

as if I need to at all,

the love in my heart

that only keeps growing

one day at a time

will always keep glowing…

whether you like it or not!

Love endures, love never ends.



If this was selfish,

I would have done all I could

in my feeble power and strength

to cause the bending of our wills.



But true love is beyond all

that useless struggle and striving.

For you see:

To truly love someone

is to be more concerned

with the state of their soul,

instead of being impressed

by their fancy outward

display of their flesh.



When love is true,

all self-centered motives go out the door.

And you see the object of your affection

just as you see yourself;

Cold, needy, and poor.



Take all your time…

Ha! Been feeling like this

for so very long

that it’s now turned

from letters on a page

to my heart’s song.

Don’t misunderstand;

this friendship of ours,

it’s quite grand.

I will never let you go.



I am not looking for answers,

not even your look of approval,

much less your acceptance.

Those, I already have.


Just wanted you to know,

I’m no longer touch and go.

Will you allow me to write

on the pages of your heart

things never written before?

Or will you hold me at arm’s length?


Rejection has taught me

A valuable lesson:

Things aren’t always what they seem.

It’s never about me,

in the language of love…

It’s usually about others.

That’s how I’ve learned

of contentment

with very, very little.



The seeds we have sown,

Where have they all gone?

Fiddle dee-dee sang the fiddle…

Now after many long winters,

watch ‘em sprouting.

We were never doubting,

always knowing

we would see the light of day!

-Eva Santiago Copyright 2012

365 Snap Shots of Life: Day 205

I like cats a lot. Dogs are cool but cats DO rule!  When I was a child in and living in Colombia, I have more memories of playing with cats than with dogs. Then I came to the US to live with my uncle he hated cats so all we had were dogs. When I met my husband he was a cat lover and I rediscovered my love of  felines. As I look back, I see that I have written several poems about cats and hardly any about dogs. Hmmmm what does that tell you? 🙂

Today I share with you a poem that you won’t be reading in my new book do out SOON, Salsa! The Taste of Life. I wrote this during a writing session I had with Writing Royalty, my writing group. I hope this makes you smile as you face your Monday!

Madame Fifi


I am Madame Fifi;

I stand four feet three.

I live in gay Paris.

I have three cats,

Fiddle, Faddle, and Didi.



We live in a loft,

where the clouds hang low and soft.



I go to the opera house,

once or twice per week,

with Frederic Chopin, my pet mouse.

Oh, he’s such a fine gentleman;

I curtsy, and he takes a bow,

and opens the door as we leave our house.



I wear my mink stole,

in all kinds of weather.

I have several hats also,

one with a beautiful peacock feather.



I’m so in love,

with wonderful, clever me.

My name fits like a glove.



I love others as well,

but none love me better

than my cats and pet mouse,

and the old lady that sits at the well.

She is my sister;

we are great friends.

We laugh and get mad;

we tell each other to go to hell.

And through it all,

I know I am loved,

or  my name would not be Fifi.

-Eva Santiago Copyright 2012

This as so amazing and wonderful I had to repost! God still performs miracles today, just open your eyes and look around you.

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(Updates follow article)

Four years ago today, I posted a blog about my emergency room “miracle experience” after the Aurora Theater shooting. The post went viral, and created some controversy. Does God really do miracles? Why for one person and not another? Does a good God even exist?

I don’t claim to have all the answers. But I saw the miracle with my own eyes. Thank you to those who have asked me to repost this story for a reminder: God is still at work.

July 23, 2012

At Columbine High School, I have seen this before. But not up close.  As a church pastor in Denver, I have worked as a chaplain alongside several police and fire departments. I was privileged to counsel parents just hours after the Columbine shootings. However, in this new tragedy at the Aurora Theater Dark Night shooting, one of the victims was a 22-year-old…

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My daughter wrote this as her way of paying tribute to the victims of Colorado’s massacre. We must listen to our young people!

I am a sore sight for your eyes

Early Friday morning at 12:38am. 12 people lost their lives. A gunman came into a movie theater in Aurora Colorado and opened fire. Killing 12, and injuring 58. Among the dead was a 6-year-old.

When I hear of events like this, I become depressed. Sad is too light of a word to state how I feel. I can’t help think, “Who would do something like this?” 

Not only does this cruel man’s actions affect the family members of the dead and injured, but it affects us as a nation.


Because now that this happened, the government is going to try to come in and tell us, “See this is why we enforce gun laws.”
And that’s what they are going to try to do. They are going to try to take away those rights as well. We can’t let that happen. Think about it, if these stupid…

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