Growing up in the South Bronx, my favorite catholic celebration was Easter Sunday. It’s not like we would go on an Easter egg hunt through the crack houses or anything like that. I actually never participated in an Easter egg hunt until two years ago when my baby […]
Growing up in the South Bronx you were exposed to a different worldview than say those who lived in mid-Manhattan or downtown Iowa City. Mid-Manhattan might as well have been in another state or country. You would arrive at widely different interpretations of then-occurring phenomena. You also tended […]
Upon hearing this past week that the Catholic Church in Milan, Italy has set up an exorcist hotline to deal with an influx of calls, I was reminded of my childhood in the South Bronx. Growing up deep in the South Bronx with other Puerto Ricans, in a […]
Me, a poor girl from the South Bronx, got a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As a teenager-still very much in my formative years- I got the chance to live abroad in the beautiful and somewhat haunting city of Barcelona, Spain. I had the great fortune of living near […]
In the South Bronx at 3pm, kids would be walking quickly home. Moms would be preparing the bologna and cheese sandwiches and getting the juice boxes ready. It was the daily ritual growing up. The 3pm hour was the hour to relax after a hard day of elementary […]
On my way to get my hair all prettied up, I passed the Occupy Protesters camped out in Zuccotti Park. I felt a wave of nostalgia. Not nostalgia for my college days (I am a Gen Xer –there was not much we protested). Not nostalgia for my fresh-out-of-college-so-I-am-dirt-poor […]
It’s funny that when I move to Berkeley more than a decade ago people were surprised when I stated that I was actually scared to walk alone at night there. People would look at me quizzically and ask “well, aren’t you from New York?” Meaning, New York is […]
Socks! oh socks; where art thou? Growing up in the South Bronx, there weren’t that many people who lived in houses, let alone owned them (or so was my experience). This meant many of us had to go to the Laundromat to wash our clothes. Throughout the years, […]
psychologistmimi 