About MJ Grueso




Thank you for visiting my page. 
 
I am a stay at home mom who lives in Seville, Spain with my husband and two kids. I started this blog 13 years ago so I can keep my poems in one place and be able to read them whenever I feel like visiting the younger me. 
 
It eventually evolved to a blog of whatever-I-felt-like-writing.
 
I hope you find joy in reading my work and some enlightenment when your world seems a little dark. 
 
I will appreciate it if you can leave a comment on any post you like and share it with your friends or social.
 
Cheer up! The sun is still shining... 


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