Love, Loss, and Spaghetti
Last year, I had my heart broken twice. First, when my boyfriend and I broke up. And second, when my beloved grandfather (my lolo) died shortly after.
I didn’t know how to deal with it. I didn’t know how to mourn. I didn’t want to mourn. So I kept myself busy – so busy that I almost forgot about my broken heart. Almost.
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Note: This piece appears in the November/December 2011 issue of Talking Writing, where I am a social media consultant and contributor.
Hi! I’m Bianca Garcia. I love food, running, yoga, sangria, and my job. I'm an advertising professional, social media enthusiast, blogger, freelance writer, and obsessive list-maker. I think about dessert constantly. 
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