Loving hands exploring the world There is one month left to till the end of the year. Deep-seated nostalgia takes root. Remembrance of trips, happy moments and lessons learned from throughout the year. Combing through some old photos, made me think of how quickly my little boy is […]
I need a remedy: Cue the Violins of Southern Rock My musical tastes are quite eclectic. I grew up in the South Bronx so I was exposed to rap from an early stage in life. Although I didn’t take to it right away. I grew up liking Madonna […]
Born to be “Cousin It” and I’m Cool like That I was born odd. My mother went to a fortune-teller when she was pregnant with me and she was told she would have a very smart girl that would accomplish many great things. That is not so odd. […]
A poor girl’s gratitude for the gifts of hand and of the moment As a young girl growing up on the Bronx I did not have many material goods to my name. We had a roof which at times leaked and torn up in little bits that rained […]
Don’t fear the belly button “All our times have come Here, but now they’re gone Seasons don’t fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain” Omphalophobia is one of those off phobias. One may ponder the question of whether […]
My sister and me: Oil and water but love runs deep in the veins My sister and I are of two different generations or so I believe. Some generation commentators may lump us in the same generation but we could not be any more different than what we […]
Let the Puerto Rican Superstition Be: I will not wear bobby pins to sleep tonight My mom was a very typical Puerto Rican woman. She voted in every election and passed that habit onto me. She spoke Spanglish with gusto. She loved rice and beans and dark, […]
My footsteps are his and his are mine: Monday Reflections It’s just another manic Monday and it is NOT my fun day. However, we are getting into the homestretch of the year 2014. I just ordered my Thanksgiving meal. Yes, I order it and not cook it. […]
Life is not fair, but it need not be filled with inequality Many have noted “Who says life is fair, where is that written?” When our children are taught hard knock life rule son the playground we often remind them that life is not fair. Indeed it is […]
I suffer no bibliophobia but my mom would twitch in her grave I am going to admit to something that will probably cause my mom to twitch in her grave. Well, do those that are cremated proverbially twitch in their graves? Either way, she will be aghast at […]
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