Summertime Memories: The scent of a mother I’m listening to the song “the Funeral” and feel an overwhelming sense of déjà vu while sad, yet nondescript memories come flooding into my stream of consciousness. To the outside the dead leaves, they’re on the lawn Before they died, […]
My summertimes in childhood were actually not that memorable. We didn’t travel anywhere as we had no money. The summer streets of the South Bronx were sweltering hot and teeming with with an undercurrent of naughtiness. As I grew older in boarding school and college, summertime represented a […]
Letting my sister evolve while still picturing her as a munchkin As the older sister by nine years, I have seen my younger sibling transform from a munchkin to a full-fledged adult. That is, indeed a wild ride. I still think of my sister as the little […]
I dream of hearing my voice again on a Sunday Ah, Sundays! Crazy Sundays. Growing up, my mom would have me perform skits, dances, story-telling and musicals. She loved “crazy Sundays.” Having me perform brought her such joy. We would laugh for hours. It was where […]
I dont do leftovers</ Look inside a person's refrigerator and you will get a glimpse into their soul. Or at least their bad eating habits that they hide from everyone. When I was pregnant people who opened my refrigerator door were shocked to find no food therein. I […]
Don’t Get stuck in a Moment: Get inspired by it “She smiled and said with an ecstatic air: “It shines like a little diamond”, “What does?” “This moment. It is round, it hangs in empty space like a little diamond; I am eternal.” –Jean-Paul Sartre, The Age of […]
It’s 2:14 am and I’m searching for a Secret: Perhaps I watch too much TV 2:14 am. That was the time at which I awoke startled. Had I been dreaming or as someone really calling out my name? My heartbeat was rapid and I was disoriented. I looked […]
The Cool and Hip Aunt Day Growing up my family was a fairly conservative Hispanic family. Sleepovers were not allowed because that was considered inappropriate behavior. Madonna’s “Like a Virgin” song was a constant hymn. My mother never had a single drop of alcohol in her […]
In New York you do not magically have a spare room. Oftentimes, you may not really have a kitchen or you may have a bathroom for which you have to stand in the hallway in order to brush your teeth. Extra space in New York? Nah, never gonna […]
The Lost Art of the Handoff: Where will our Memories and Stories Go? This past weekend I went for a drive up the shore of Connecticut and came across a very quaint town called Niantic that seemed liked it was carved out from a movie set. […]
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