Being silent nevermore: I now raise the roof on behalf of those whose voices have been muted Growing up I was labeled as “gifted”. I was offered the opportunity to skip a grade, which I wisely declined. Teachers in the South Bronx loved me. I was studious. I […]
A Three Year Old in Japan Discovering the Art of the Selfie Weekly Photograph Challenge: Selfie When my son was three years old, we traveled to Japan where they treated him like the little Prince that he believes himself to be. Being that current times are those in […]
My Hispanic Kitchen While Traveling the Road: Sazón and Café con Leche Daily Prompt: Ingredients I barely cook. Hmm. Let me qualify this further. What is less than barely cooking? I cook every once in a blue moon. Unfortunately, I do not have much time for cooking. I […]
From an early age I wasn’t that much into meat. Looking back, I realize that part of my distaste of meat was that it was associated (in my young mind) with cooking for a husband. Odd, I know. But I was set from very early on that I […]
Weekly Photo Challenge: The Object in the Wall What does it mean to be one of several? What does it mean to be whole, while others are pieces? What does it mean to be visible but also hidden? Who am I? Where am I? What am I? Do […]
The Psychology of Managing Across Multiple Generations in the Workplace: The Sandwich Method The Daily Prompt: Generation X,Y, Z At home I have a rambunctious five year old son. Until recently, I had a stubborn talkative, storytelling mom. I bought a house for both him to run around […]
Daily Prompt: Teaching The Art of Being an Other On a dark, gray rainy day on a train platform in the small town of Ripoll, Spain I awaited the delayed RENFE (train) that would take me back to Barcelona. I had just had a fabulous time in this […]
Daily Prompt: Mirror Mirror: Let me start off with this nugget. Sadly many women avoid looking at themselves even in the beauty salon. Yet, the mirror can be an illuminating vehicle for understanding oneself and how one is viewed in the world. I am a New Yorker. […]
Since I was a wee bit one, my mom would read poems to me. She loved William Blake above all else. I’m not too sure Blake’s poetry was readily understood by my young developing brain. However, my mind did gain an appreciation for words, cadence and overall rhythm. […]
As we surely know by now by the incessant playing on the radio of “Santa Claus is coming to town” and by the 101 daily “today only sale” emails from Macy’s Christmas is coming on fast and furiously and tons of new items are being bought. Amazon thinks […]
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