Xiomara Maldonado

I'm a New York City native who draws upon the urban landscape, my Puerto Rican heritage and, more recently, life as a mother to a toddler with special needs for creative inspiration. 

 

I'm an avid blogger, memoirist, poet and photographer. Given my love for literature and writing, I received a degree in English and Creative Writing from Barnard College-Columbia University and have studied Memoir through Gotham Writers Workshop courses.

My blog Equis Place represents a Nuyorican mom's honest take on love, life and justice in the big city. 

Through my writing, I lay bare my experiences in hopes of connecting personally and professionally with my readers and fellow writers. I write to promote a sense of healing, empowerment and understanding in myself as well as my virtual and physical communities. 

By speaking candidly about my experiences as a mother of color living in New York City, I hope t
o shed some light on my view of the world and engage some thoughtful conversations on life, love and justice.

5 Ways to Cope When Parenting Feels Like Drowning

I can hardly breathe. I'm trying to keep my cool, but I feel my fingers crunch into fists.I beg my son, "Equis, please get off the floor."My nose turns redder than his, and I'm not even crying. Yet."No, Mommy! Noooo!" Equis screams, planting his face against our apartment's linoleum tiles.Heat creeps up my neck and flushes into my cheeks. "Equis, no more Kindle. It's time to--GASP!" He kicks me right in the throat. This time, my tears come.Sometimes, parenting feels like drowning....more

New Yorker

“Ya’ll are like damn cockroaches!” a young man calls,  his lone earring shimmering behind the crowd.  Under the station’s fluorescent lights, no one  answers; but his girlfriend’s laughter  echoes against the white tiled walls....more

How Do You Chronicle Your Love?

A month ago, my sister and I stumbled upon some old sticker books we'd kept when we were younger. Flipping through page after page of cautiously placed stickers, memories of entering a 99-cent store and begging our mother to buy us more and more stickers flooded my mind.I was so diligent about collecting those stickers, I had to wonder, What happened to that persistent little girl who was so careful about chronicling every trip with stickers?How was it that the scrapbook I'd started for my son Equis, when he was simply known as Little Star in my belly, has just been hanging out in my closet for the past two years incomplete?...more

Will I Cry While He's Under Anesthesia?

 "Yep, he definitely has fluid in his ears, especially the right one," the doctor said as she removed the otoscope from my son's ear."NO! NO! NO! That's exactly what I didn't want to hear!" I yelled, my voice echoing against the walls of the small Chinatown office.The doctor's small eyes widened, surprised by my outburst, and she nervously grabbed at her hair....more