This past year, or I suppose last year, I had a moment where I kept expecting my mom to call me. It, of course, couldn’t happen since my mother has been gone for a while. It was an extremely odd feeling to wait for her call. I so […]
I had a plan for coherency. The plan was shredded by a dog. I had a new path to the winterland. The new path was spat on by cave dweller. Had a new game thought through but no one came to play. They just wanted to poke holes […]
Growing up, I didn’t really look forward to Sundays. In an odd way, I still don’t. But for entirely different reasons. I’ll get to that in a bit as I tend to wander in and out of my stories. Not everything needs to be linear. Back to childhood […]
Eleven years ago today my mom departed this earth. Eleven years. The grief is not any less. The sting is not any less sharp. Fittingly it’s ground hog day. My mom liked the day. She would try to predict what Punxsutawney Phil would predict. We also loved the […]
My baby is not so much a baby anymore. Although, as I repeatedly tell him, he will always be my baby. He will just have to live with that fact. He’s thirteen going on twenty. Even still he is a sweet baby. So sweet, that he was willing […]
It was going to be an exciting new world for them. It all looked old, word down, and maybe even decrepit. However, it was now theirs. What a lovely word to use. Theirs. That pile of tires. Theirs. The rusted doors. Theirs. And, the future was bright. They […]
A day of gratitude. A day of saying thank you. A day of acknowledging the blessings one has in life. It’s also a day of football, turkey, a big parade, and movies. It’s a smash up of different cultures reveling in different fun activities and maybe breaking bread. […]
It’s my mom’s birthday today. It’s amazing that I remember it so well now that she is dead. While alive, I sometimes got it wrong by a day or two. But now it’s seared into my consciousness. Today I think of all the things she loved. I laugh […]
Let’s establish a few facts from the outset. I’m Puerto Rican. Am a New Yorker. I’m superstitious. And, I’ve visited many a “botanica” in my days. What is a Botanica? Well, there are many in New York. As a matter of fact, there is one right across tbe […]
She was all knowing and all seeing. That’s how she saw herself. The world outside her window was her television and she watched with great enthusiasm. She also loved watching people through her grand variety of glasses, including sunglasses. For while she loved to watch the world, she […]
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