Excitedly awaiting the arrival of the new year for it will not be meek: Happy Chrismukkah Growing up Puerto Rican in the South Bronx meant that Christmas time was a time of coquito (a rum Puerto Rican eggnog-like concoction), parrandas (caroling with maracas, drums and guitars) and family […]
No symbolophobia here: The love of convergence Tis the season for magical thinking, believing in miracles and wielding grand hopes for the future. After a relatively hard year, I have come to believe that everything is coming together. In some ways I believe in kismet. In other […]
Paying someone to take my junk away Some individuals try really hard to clear their mind and get rid of their unique junk; their psychological and emotional junk. They will go to yoga, they will meditate, they will do needlepoint, they will run fast and hard, they will […]
Loving hands exploring the world There is one month left to till the end of the year. Deep-seated nostalgia takes root. Remembrance of trips, happy moments and lessons learned from throughout the year. Combing through some old photos, made me think of how quickly my little boy is […]
The dark side of living each day as if it were your last I recently read someone’s Facebook post that had me laughing for a few minutes. This particular individual is quiet dark so most of their posts are dark, dark humor. Their post noted that if […]
I need a remedy: Cue the Violins of Southern Rock My musical tastes are quite eclectic. I grew up in the South Bronx so I was exposed to rap from an early stage in life. Although I didn’t take to it right away. I grew up liking Madonna […]
Born to be “Cousin It” and I’m Cool like That I was born odd. My mother went to a fortune-teller when she was pregnant with me and she was told she would have a very smart girl that would accomplish many great things. That is not so odd. […]
Your indignity is splashed on the wall: Go back to those days of yore Your indignity is splashed onthe wall It drips revoltingly so The cold steely knife lies in your mind’s stall It all pools into a piercing bile ball It is now done Your promise was […]
Don’t fear the belly button “All our times have come Here, but now they’re gone Seasons don’t fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain” Omphalophobia is one of those off phobias. One may ponder the question of whether […]
My sister and me: Oil and water but love runs deep in the veins My sister and I are of two different generations or so I believe. Some generation commentators may lump us in the same generation but we could not be any more different than what we […]
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