The humor and indignation taste test: The art of friendship these days Making friendships is a core a human activity that allows us to bond, connect and share with others. Friendships serve as a ventilation system where steam can get released. However, use friendships as a ventilation […]
As a Hispanic Latina who rose from a poverty-stricken world subscribing to guiding-life superstitions, I’ve been summarily called-upon to serve as a cultural diplomat. I have always tightly held one core belief: fairness through social justice. My son now breathes that stridently-held sense of fairness swelling […]
Cee’s Odd Ball Photography Challenge: What is this creature out front the restaurant in Tokyo? I love to travel the world with my son. It is a pure delight that luckily has never filled me with anxiety. He has been traveling from a very young age and […]
Summertime Sadness: I hope not as I take my son on some world travels Last year, the summer came and went by so quickly. It was all one big dark blur. It started off sunny and full of opportunities and ended in a frenzy of worry where […]
All my little four year old boy could do for the first two weeks in June was sing: Hands up, baby, hands up, Gimme your heart, gimme, gimme your heart Gimme gimme Hands up, baby, hands up, Gimme your heart, gimme, gimme your heart Gimme gimme All […]
Potential, patience, plumsauce fairies and piccadillies in a winter and boy’s wonderland I was about 6 months pregnant and was eager to finish the house-buying process. Trying to buy a house in New York in the summer while pregnant is a bit of an uncomfortable undertaking. Getting about […]
Walking the Mommy Line While on Business Travel Business travel can be fun, tiring, illuminating and exasperating. At times, business travel can be a necessary evil; other times business travel is a way to understand further the context of ones work by breaking bread and traveling the […]
Stepping in the Goop: singing the motherhood blues It seems every four months or so, there is a media storm surrounding some outlandish pronouncement about motherhood and who has it worse. Meaning, who is more harried, hurried, and worried. I am currently standing on a metro north platform […]
I no longer fear the shadows on my wall Pitch black. Total darkness. That is how I like to sleep. Rather, that is how I have traditionally appreciated drifting off into the dream world. When I was younger living in the South Bronx, there was a light post […]
I look at you I see me You look at me I see love I kiss your palms You hold on I look at you I see tomorrow You look at me I feel the now I soothe your cheek You bend your head I look at you […]
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