Magical Realism My mom said good things come in threes: And she was right My mom lived by her book of superstitions and dream interpretations. There was no such real book other than what existed in her mind. Every morning we’d get up and share our dreams. Only, […]
Strawberry Shortcake: Like Mother Like Son As I walked past the tourists waiting to board a San Francisco Trolley, I saw many of them (despite the fogginess) holding onto their ice cream cones. I did a double take when I saw a little boy with a cone […]
The rewards of a sunny hike and a winter storm Last weekend I enjoyed a glorious “hike” through the city streets of San Francisco. I went up and down as if it were a walking rollercoaster. The thrill of such an urban hike is that as you get […]
The Long Goodbye and How My Farewell Tour will not be like Cher’s “If I come back in five years, I’d be driving around in one of those carts with the joy-sticks. This truly is it.” Cher, 2002 I have a fondness for film noir movies and Raymond […]
It’s the New Year: I think I will now forgive my sixth grade teacher Ah, 2015 has come upon us. I am glossy-eyed and eager to get things hopping and skipping away. I read recently that Marky Mark-I mean Mark Wahlberg the former Calvin Klein turned respectable […]
Today is a day My Mom Would Have Loved My mother loved, with ALL CAPS, loved April Fool’s Day. She looked forward to that day more than most other holidays. She had a bit of a prankster streak in her; which was passed onto me. I totally love […]
This Christmas is no mellow yellow For most of the past Christmas holidays, I have stayed at home despite my love of travel. I tend to like a mellow Christmas where I watch my young son come running down the stairs and dive head first onto the gifts […]
I know I am Santa Claus at home but what about the other wacky identities out there? We opened Christmas gifts a day early at home as we will be flying out to Berlin on Christmas Eve. And, it couldn’t have turned out any better than that. […]
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 […]
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