I could talk about my son all day and all night. But I know how silly that would be to do as most people don’t want to hear all the details of other people’s children. I get that. I used to feel that exact same way […]
When I was a young girl in the Bronx, my mom used to do something for me that was extraordinary. Well, of course, everything my mom did for me was extraordinary. My mom went the extra mile or hundred for me. And for that I will be […]
My son is a fairly happy go-lucky boy, who tries to play with everyone, looks out for younger kids, and believed on fairness. He’s beginning to see that the world is a bit unfair as he catches snippets on the local news and is starting to understand the […]
I love to exercise which is an odd thing for many to process and understand. I like getting on a machine and working out while I listen to music, watch the television on mute and answer emails. Bizarre. I have been on teleconferences while on a treadmill. Its […]
My son is totally awesome. I’m in awe of him. I’m inspired by him. I truly am. An eight year old most assuredly can change the world. He most certainly has changed mine. The second he came into being I was a changed person. But I will not […]
As I was traveling back to Los Angeles, I decided to check some of the news. Ive been trying to avoid the news now going on four months. I used to be a newsaholic and now I’ve gone cold turkey. Or have tried to. It’s amazing how television […]
Last weekend, although I am now over a year into my stay in Los Angeles, I decided to play tourist. I have been quite busy on the weekends the last few months looking for a house and working. Not much fun I tell ya. I finally […]
My mom was a simple girl. She had simple dreams of pie, coffee and her girls living a good life. She wrote poems and songs, and played pranks on us. I have carried on her traditions. To my family I had grand dreams. I had dream dreams. They […]
What’s a Valentine without a little blood and gore? Sure the day is associated with romantic love, but there are also many associated tragedies. But I am not here to talk about those at all. It’s a festive day, of sorts. Or also a lonely day, of sorts. […]
I’m going to start this piece with a phrase that perhaps sounds a bit trite. But a mother’s love knows no bounds. My mother sacrificed much for me and I can never allow myself to forget it. With my son, I would do anything for him. I do […]
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