When I was a kid, I actually was not a big fan of summertime. I was a nerd. I liked going to school and thus missed the classroom. There was no local swimming pool to cool down in my area of the South Bronx. We had our […]
There was a television show many years back called “227”. The comedy show was about a woman living on a Washington DC apartment complex who often sat on the stoops of the building where she engaged in gossip. I don’t remember much else about the show other […]
My son is a rather seasoned traveler for a seven year old. He has been round the world from Japan to Australia to Italy to Curacao. He has gone cross country through Canada as well as through 20 states in the United States.He understands how flights and […]
Dear friend, permit me a small ramble. Permit me a stream of consciousness about my son. If you want to know my conclusion up front, well here it is. I am in awe of my son’s lask of fear. Now, let me backtrack a bit. This past […]
He always wondered what had been so special about Alice. Why her? What did she have that others didn’t? Namely him? He had always been friends with white rabbits. He had a natural way with them and they trusted him unequivocally. He would never had needed post-its […]
He has always been stubborn. He was born that way. He came into the world and refused to be soothed or calmed down. His poor mother didn’t have another child thereafter despite her love of big families. He grew up to be a bully that ran a […]
A long time ago, although not super long ago, I was a tween who needed eyeglasses. I was a poor child so we needed financial help getting me glasses. We got such assistance and I happily wen to get a new pair of eye glasses. I was […]
I am a walker. I am a New Yorker. I can easily walk 4 miles in a day and not blink or cramp up. I love the euphoria I get from walking. I also love that I know I can out-walk most other people, including potential thieves. Yes, […]
Growing up in the South Bronx conveys and evokes some universal meanings and images to many. There is the image of the “Bronx is burning”. There are the little casitas of the neighborhoods-the huts that looked like the rural parts of Puerto Rico. There were also […]
She arrived home tired, hungry and angry with the world. But there was her little boy noting that he had prepared a special gift for her. How could a mother not be ecstatic at such a welcome at the end of the day. He grabbed her hand and […]
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