Somethings, you just can’t get away from. In the summer of 1974, my father’s sister, Yvonne, came to stay in NY with her baby brother and relatively still new wife who was expecting their second…
Browsing Category my history
Will You Marry Me, Daddy?
Getting fitted for the tuxedo he would have worn to walk me down the aisle. I guess if you put all the logic pieces together at age 7 or 8… it makes sense. They…
An Accounting of My Time
No… this isn’t a post explaining why it’s been over a month since I posted… we’ll get to that later. Mommy? What was it like when you were my age? Mommy? Did you have…
First Unborn.
Dear Son, I’m not sure if I’ve done you the proper honor in remembering you the way you deserve. It’s not theoretically hard to do. I recall everything like it was yesterday. It’s been emotionally…
Cuarenta y Tres
Happy Birthday to me! Forty Three. The image is a label from a sweet, sticky, golden liquor that my mom used to indulge in on special occasions or whenever there was a serious edge to take…
Countdown to Clarke!
Excited for this birthday gift. Athena’s Godsister, Clarke, thought that it would be a good idea to include me in her list of phenomenal women to interview for her podcast. I was floored and honored. …
What’s the Plan
People…. I tell ya… When my hair was relaxed and straight (which was for about 24 years of my life), I would wash it once a week, style it in some way that might last…
Archeological Dig
This weekend, my sweet baby gave up all three days of his beautiful, extended weekend to help me dig through 30 years of rubbish that was piled up in my room. We unearthed everything from…
Daddy’s Home!
My mom just gave me the call a few minutes ago telling me that they gave my Dad his discharge from the hospital. My mom sounded SO excited. Like… the way I sound when my…