She never had much; just what she could carry in a large suitcase or two. A long time ago she had received a large box with her few remaining childhood-items. That box has long since disappeared. Then one day she had knick-knacks; tons of pretty colored-glasses. They stand empty […]
Traveling with a six year old cross country: No we are not there yet Since my son was a baby, we have been taking him on road trips. As a baby he slept much of the way. As a two year old, we traveled with an Elmo Potty […]
Often when you are sad the best medicine, antidote, is a sad song or a sad movie. You get caught up in that emotion and your heart swells and you wallow. You sit and wallow in someone else’s expressed misery. It works for a bit. A few years […]
Willy wonka, gratitude, silly, nostalgia, identity
Generation huh: Who are we anymore? My sister was born in 1981. Apparently, those born in the years between 1979 -1982 are trapped in a purgatory generation of sorts. I always knew there was something odd about my sister and now I am glad to have proof I […]
Dark clouds are a thing of the past: I am now amused by the clouds When I was a young girl, my mom used to have a lot of good luck. Well, as much as a very poor person can have in the South Bronx. She was the […]
Now it is just down to one My road trip is nearing its end. Although I love road trips, it is about time to head home and have ready access to some comforts of life such as a coffee maker and know television channels. We have done a […]
On the Road: Youth and history intertwined This is it! The day has come where we are hitting our cross-country road trip. My six year old son plans to write a book of his adventures featuring his penguin toys. He will supplement his book with photographs that he […]
In loving memory of children-whatever age they are Ever since I gave birth nearly seven years ago my appetite for the local news diminished. It may seem like a weird association but let me explain. Before seven years ago, I could not get enough of the news. Any […]
The musical score of my life between New York and San Francisco My six year old son has no idea what is a cassette tape. He has no idea what a mix tape is. He looks at a CD and he thinks it is an XBox game. The […]
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