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 […]
On this international day of happiness let’s let a boy be a “brony” When I was a child, I didn’t have many dolls. As a matter of fact, I had one rubber doll that I named sleepy and whose hands I bit off. Once in elementary school, I […]
We had a morning ritual when I was growing up. I would get up and make coffee for my mom on the stovetop. Although Café con Leche (coffee with milk)is extremely popular in Puerto Rican households, my mom would drink her first morning cup of coffee black. I […]
Don’t Pity me Because I walk everywhere: I am a cool New Yorker like that Every day I wake up to the sound of a little boy saying “mom, mom, mom. Are you awake.” Groggily I get up and go heat some milk up for him and […]
A blaze of comfort on a crowded plane with crying babies and grumpy passengers I hold on tightly to the little toy. I finger the heels and a wistful smile spreads across my face. Anyone watching me, although everyone is deep into their iPad or cell phone, would […]
Never having had a birthday party I worry about how to throw one for my son All weekend long I have been fretting because my year-old son has been sick. It appears that a cookie he bought on his own at the school bake sale was a bit […]
Whimsy in a bottle: Rock concerts, cocktails and slides Because of the nature of work lately, I was not able to go on holiday vacation this past season. I had a little bit of a staycation during December but I still somehow managed to work. Ok. Let me […]
February: You Give Me Fever and a Legacy Quest February is a bit of a vexing month. It’s shorter than other months. There is a day that appears every four years. We are steeped in snow hibernating in our rapidly claustrophobic homes. This sense of claustrophobia, could be […]
When I lived down in Battery Park (near Ground Zero in Manhattan) I used to crazily walk to work everyday whether there was sleet, snow or heavy shine. That walk would approximately take 40 minutes on a good day. If there was high wind, then it may have […]
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