I’ve run so far away from you Looking back I don’t know what I see We were once a welcomed whole Now we are memory fragments From the rocky nest I flew To catapult a hungry, weary knee In and around many a rocky dust bowl […]
I was meant to be a psychologist: But Why? I was a smarty pants, book smarts girl from the South Bronx. I read ten books a week sometimes for books were my escape into other worlds and realms of possibilities. I knew there was more out […]
Mi chiamano Mimi: What’s in my Mimi-esque name Growing up I was mimi. It was an endearing nickname that sounded younger and hipper than my actual name. Because I was one of very few Hispanic students when I went away to boarding school I no longer […]
The psychology of field (retreat) day: Sadness and joy at the dewy mist The flight was nicely uneventful other than the fact that my ear drums felt like they were going to burst. One of the worse things possible on a business trip is getting sick with […]
What to do when your nice neighbor has a rage-filled child and she needs a break? I grew up with very confusing imagery and thoughts of babies. I can recall The Shining where twins warned of impending murder (“redrum”, that is). The Omen warned us of little boys […]
Last but not least I’d like to thank my Latina Mom twice This past weekend saw the celebration of Mother’s Day. Sunday was a gloriously beautiful day in New York. Everywhere one turned you saw flowers, bird houses and pies on sale as part of the Mother’s […]
Your hunger drives my soul Your outstretched legs expand my awe Your curled-up body sweeps me up in love Your quietly sitting eyes push my dance for joy Your tears sting my eyes Your pained arm crushes my heart Your hunger drives my soul Your laughter heals my […]
Missing my mom’s voice on my birthday I shall be taking a leap by going blonde A few days ago it was my birthday. Typically it rains on my birthday parade. Amazingly, this time around there was no rain puddles for my feet to step in. There was […]
She was born a decade after her sister. Such an age difference seemed insufferably insurmountable. By the time she was four, her sister was gone attending boarding school. She was left alone in an adult world with very few dolls. She didn’t even have her sister’s hand-me-downs for […]
From one knife to another She covered her ears, lowered her eyes Leaving her rapid heartbeat exposed and compromised She locked the doors, hid in the closets Fingering the knife’s edges and imagining the body composites She sought a refuge, found a false sanctuary Disbelieving the knife indeed […]
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