I love my son. I love New York. I want my son to love New York as much as I do. It is the place where he was born, after all. When we first moved to California, he really liked being there the first week. Actually, the first […]
I don’t drive. I have never learned how to and at the moment I do not plan to learn how. This means I depend on my feet (along with good music) and on public transportation-namely, the subway. The bus in NYC, because of the constant stop-and-go traffic, makes […]
When I first went off to boarding school at age 14, shared bathrooms was such an odd, culturally jarring experience. Taking shower in a shared stall was something that ran counter to the idea of Puerto Rican privacy. But I got used to it. Thus, by college shared […]