As I write this, I am alternating between having the giggles, feeling guilty and repeatedly singing (and wanting to mute myself) “It’s a small world after all.” Talk about a horrifying earworm. But before I explain my current state of being, let me provide a backdrop. I am […]
I am a walker. I am a New Yorker. I can easily walk 4 miles in a day and not blink or cramp up. I love the euphoria I get from walking. I also love that I know I can out-walk most other people, including potential thieves. Yes, […]
Growing up in the South Bronx conveys and evokes some universal meanings and images to many. There is the image of the “Bronx is burning”. There are the little casitas of the neighborhoods-the huts that looked like the rural parts of Puerto Rico. There were also […]
She arrived home tired, hungry and angry with the world. But there was her little boy noting that he had prepared a special gift for her. How could a mother not be ecstatic at such a welcome at the end of the day. He grabbed her hand and […]
I am older than my sister by more than nine years. I grew up partly as an only child. With nine years into such a status, it was a bit hard to switch to being an older sister. I went from being the one and only to being […]
I took a nap this afternoon. A new habit I have taken to. It was close to 100 degrees in Los Angeles today. I had been up since 5am and had “worked” till 10pm last night. All in all, the past week has presented itself as the […]
My son had looked forward to San Francisco last year. He definitely missed New York. However, he noted upon landing in San Francisco the first time, that it was beautiful and the water was so clean. I thought he was throwing shade at New York and had […]
Many, many years ago, I told everyone that would listen or as that I was not going to have a child. Ever. I was happy without a screaming kid tugging at my skirt. I was happy without a crying baby tugging at my chest at 2am. I […]
I have never been much of a napper. As a baby I tended to be awake. I was constantly crying and then I was constantly talking. My mom used to say her head would often throb at the end of the day due to my constant and […]
I feel like I must utter the phrase “what’s this” over 100 times a day. First off, I have to say that quite often to my son. He was recently very eager to show me a drawing he had made. I looked at it and then had […]
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