Flip flops and my new life chapter I do not wear flip flops. Never has been part of my attire repertoire. Never will be. I am a high heels kind of girl. I also wear comfortable walking Shoes for the city of New York. If you wear flip […]
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 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 […]
Cee’s Fun Challenge: Photos from the Edge of Things as I Roadtrip Louisiana One of my favorite states to road trip through is Louisiana and why not? It has drive-through daiquiri shops, great food and awesome music. The road sites are much fun to be had […]
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. […]
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 […]
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