NOTE #1: Today marks the 8-year anniversary of Julian’s death. He was 20. This story is dedicated to him, and everyone he left behind. #
I would have liked… to know your 28-year old self, to give you a hard time about not blessing me with grandhildren (or blessing me
diaspora |dīˈaspərə|noun (often the Diaspora): the dispersion of any people from their original homeland My parents and grandparents were members of the first Puerto Rican Diaspora.
I set myself up with my smart phone, laptop and a cup of tea. When the phone rings, I hit "speaker" and poise my hands
We’re friends now. Friends without benefits. At least, not that kind. We are movie buddies. She sometimes cooks; I clean up afterwards. We pet-sit each
Breathe. Breathe again. Keep breathing. Keep coming back to the breath, to the awareness, to the mindfulness and consciousness. Breathe to blow away the reactivity
It was a good day. The country united in awe, Remembering how insignificant we are in the Universal scheme of things. A rare event,
The light of day, fresh air, a witness – this is what depression requires if it is to be quelled. It cannot be hidden
Author’s Note: A wise person once said, “If it doesn’t hurt, it wasn’t love.” At first I thought you lied. Betrayal! And then I
The truth has fallen prey to narcissism and ego. Once it was a beacon, bright, proud and forever. Now “alternate facts” place truth in a
What is my “Why?” In other words, why do I bother to bare my soul in these blog posts? What does it matter? Who cares?
I enter “Marshall Islands” into the Google Maps search function. At first, the islands look like a little bracelet made of long bones floating in