Hi! I’m Rochelly,
—a Dominican-American single mom of two—Abigail (7 going on 17) and Samuel (4-year-old). I’m a working mom with a master’s degree, a second mortgage, and a lot of stories to tell. Launching this blog has been a long time coming, and in honor of my 34th birthday, on July 11th, 2025, I finally made it real, as a gift to myself.
I was born in the Dominican Republic to two amazing, loving, hardworking parents. They left everything behind to move us to Boston, MA when I was 12 so my siblings and I could have a better life. I’m the proud big sister to a 32-year-old sister and a 28-year-old brother. So even before I had kids, I was already trying to set an example.
I graduated high school at 16, earned my bachelor’s in sociology by 20, and jumped straight into nonprofit work helping families like mine navigate college. I’ve always felt a deep responsibility not just to open doors, but to leave them open behind me for others to walk through. That drive led to career success—and burnout. I achieved big things young, but somewhere along the way, I lost my peace.
I was in a serious relationship by 19, moved in with him by 21, and married by 23. By 27, I was pregnant, had a mortgage, and had just been accepted to grad school. Then came Abigail… then came COVID… then came a master’s degree… and then everything collapsed. My marriage ended in a complicated, painful divorce. I filed at 29. What a ride, right?
Fast forward through the custody battles, court hearings, co-parenting challenges, and career pivots, and here I am: single mom, homeowner, still showing up every day for my kids and myself. Still laughing. Still healing. Still hustling.
This blog is my space to talk about all of it:
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The joyful chaos of raising little humans
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Dating again for the first time since I was 16 (spoiler: it’s… wild)
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What I’ve learned from the MA family court system
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Faith, therapy, and the messy magic of trying to stay whole
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Products that saved my sanity (and the ones that absolutely didn’t)
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All the moments in between that made me laugh, cry, or pour another chamomile (or sparkling water)—because sometimes that’s just what you need.
I’m not here as an expert—I’m just a woman with a story and the urge to tell it, in case it helps someone feel less alone. Life can be beautiful and brutal at the same time. That’s what I’m learning.
And I’m still here, still grateful, still laughing.
So… welcome. Let’s do this.