Since the beginning of time there have existed many questions which have vexxed humankind. For example, which came first: the chicken or the egg? Who stole the cookies from the cookie Jar? Well, in my house, I can easily tell you who. But I digress. Why does hair […]
She looked at her image in the mirror. She was wearing her Sunday best. She loved wearing her bonnet. Her makeup was flawless. She was happy, sad and calm. Amazing how one can experience so many emotions at one time. She was ready to go to […]
She had been a wanderer for most of her life. She went in and out of people’s lives without much thought or care. She didn’t feel wedded to any one place in particular. It was exciting yet felt like nothing. Sometimes, it felt like her life was […]
The sound of the ice cream truck has been one that I believe I can truthfully say I have not heard during the past eight years or so. First off, they wouldn’t stop in my New York suburban neighborhood because my town had 8,000 people. In NYC itself, […]
Packing can be tedious and boring. Actually, it is both. However, it also can be cathartic, energizing and a beautiful nostalgic walk down nostalgia lane. I’ve been packing at a rapid rate but also carefully looking at each piece of clothing. Memory lane is jam-packed. In all my […]
According to my son, a few moments ago, we as a family move every year. That’s not necessarily true. It may be perhaps 1.5 years or 8.5 months. Yes we are moving again. However, this time we are moving into a house that we are purchasing. Fingers crossed […]
As I start packing and readying to leave downtown Los Angeles, I’m experiencing all sorts of pangs of nostalgia. I will miss being able to walk to my physical therapy sessions, as well as my walks to the many yummy restaurants herein. Oddly, something that I will miss […]
Many moons ago, I had an opportunity of a lifetime to live abroad in Barcelona, Spain. I was young, impressionable, and eager to learn. Not many people get a chance to live abroad when they are a high schooler. By the time I got to college, […]
I remember postcards. I remember receiving them. Although, I don’t think I have a single one saved. Nor do I remember who may have sent them to me in the past. I remember writing letters. I used to be a letter writer. I was a great letter writer. […]
When I was a young girl in the Bronx, my mom used to do something for me that was extraordinary. Well, of course, everything my mom did for me was extraordinary. My mom went the extra mile or hundred for me. And for that I will be […]
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