Growing up my mom was often quite fearful. Yet she was very brave. Let me explain. I grew up in the South Bronx. It was not necessarily the safest area for a young girl or many others. Things have since changed but there was fear of crime in […]
Now, I wish I were making this up. But, it seems to be that everyday, at one point, I state to someone “I wish I was making this up”. Sometimes I add in an extra word after “this”. It all depends on how much of an emphasis I […]
The beauty of innocence cannot be underestimated. The love of a pony can be so pure and simple. Laughter and tears. She had learned so much 35 years into her life and there was so much more. Or so she hoped. She really hoped. She sipped her lemonade […]
Today, I have nothing snarky to share. Go figure. Today, I have no mundane anecdote to share in the guise of furthering a larger, deeper conversation. Today, I have no pet peeves to rant and rave about. Today, instead I present my tradition, where I thank my mother […]
“Tell me a story” she said trying to coach the little boy. She even smiled and picked some lint of his shorts. But he just sat there next to her rocking side to side. She sat there perplexed wondering what little boy doesn’t want to share a story. […]
I, like countless others, take 1000s of photographs with my phone. I also have three very nice cameras and long lens to take on my excursions. One can say I love photography and taking photos. I love capturing normal moments. Odd moments. Interesting signs. Food. I love remembering. […]
I never really liked chocolate growing up. I was repeatedly told I should. School snacks, vending machines, and advertisements constantly said a kid should like chocolate. But I didn’t. It was “yucky”. I especially hated dark chocolate. Fast forward to now and I am actually eating dark chocolate […]
Growing up in New York City I never felt claustrophobic. To many outsiders, the city could seem tight and constrained. The sidewalks packed, the apartments tiny, and the summer air stifling. But to me, New York represented vastness. It was, and still is, a world of possibilities. And […]
You won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm is all about. Haruki Murakami Many years ago when I was a kid growing up in the South Bronx there was a huge storm. My mother and I were in a store shopping for some […]
Growing up I was not a big fan of Disney movies. I never really got into some of the ridiculous aspects of waiting for a prince to come. I grew up in the South Bronx and I readily, immediately knew I had to save myself. Well, that is […]
