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 […]
Let the Puerto Rican Superstition Be: I will not wear bobby pins to sleep tonight My mom was a very typical Puerto Rican woman. She voted in every election and passed that habit onto me. She spoke Spanglish with gusto. She loved rice and beans and dark, […]
A letter to Milo as we near Thanksgiving: His great day of apple pie feast Milo was my first baby. My dog. He was a lovely Pekingese that was a bit of a diva. And I loved him so for it. I raised him that way after all. […]
My footsteps are his and his are mine: Monday Reflections It’s just another manic Monday and it is NOT my fun day. However, we are getting into the homestretch of the year 2014. I just ordered my Thanksgiving meal. Yes, I order it and not cook it. […]
Wide-eyed girl staring at the fire We got the call at 11:03pm. It was a simple-breeze kind of night. Cincinnati in the summer time has its own rhythms. Particularly back then. Its not easy being a fireman in these parts of town. Was hoping for an easy scene. […]
Autumn is almost here: The air may be turning crisp but my heart is warmed over In the wildly disturbingly awesome movie classic Apocalypse Now, there is the oft-repeated quote of “I love the smell of napalm in the morning.” It is a quote that shows how the […]
The look of love: You are my vintage bubbly champagne “When your world is full of strange arrangements And gravity won’t pull you through” I turn to the look of love in your eyes You ventured out with wide knowing eyes That sharply pierced through the veil […]
Letting my sister evolve while still picturing her as a munchkin As the older sister by nine years, I have seen my younger sibling transform from a munchkin to a full-fledged adult. That is, indeed a wild ride. I still think of my sister as the little […]
The Cool and Hip Aunt Day Growing up my family was a fairly conservative Hispanic family. Sleepovers were not allowed because that was considered inappropriate behavior. Madonna’s “Like a Virgin” song was a constant hymn. My mother never had a single drop of alcohol in her […]
Love at first sight: Walking the scorching hot summer New York City streets in search of a loving dog It was one of those scorching hot New York City summer months. When it hits 90 degrees or above in New York City, you can see the newspapers, […]
