I'm in the car, on the way to an apartment with a perfect sea view. I’ve spent the day in what would be considered an undesirable area of the city. The electricity we consumed today came from a small power plant used to barely keep the fridge running, a few light bulbs and a lonely fan that tries its best to cool down a small house never intended to hold so many memories or so much love. Every ...
The Bag She Carries And The Memories She Leaves Behind
She picks up a bag with a bible, a blouse, her toothbrush, perfume and whatever else she might have slipped in there when we weren't looking. At times, when she puts it down and cannot find it, she tells me that someone here is stealing her things. But when I direct her to whatever stolen thing she's told me about, she quickly corrects, agrees and says yes, she knew it was there. We sit in front ...
Summer Plans and Conversations
Disclosure: I'm a #TalkEarly ambassador. All thoughts and opinions are my own. "Mami, I think everyone should get the summer off. Why can't you?" These words were said a couple of days before summer break began after I was asked about what we would be doing on the first day of summer vacation. MADAM! I still gotta work! Planning for the summer can be stressful for us. Last year, I had ...
This Is Us
"I'm having a hard time reconciling going about my business while knowing there are babies out there that will not remember their parents because they were too young for them to have memories at the time they were stolen." I typed up this status message earlier because, I am without proper words and I don't really give a damn about the clean laundry I just brought in from the garage. Or the stack ...
Finding New Roads In the Summer of Adventure
Disclosure: I was provided with a 2018 Chevy Equinox in order to facilitate this post. A note to the Frog Princess, As we were talking about the summer plans a few weeks ago, I asked you what we should name this summer. With all the drama you've learned from your mama you proclaimed: the summer of adventure! And here we were. We kicked it off a little early during National Photography ...
On Wanting to Go
All that was in the house was percocet. Someone else's. I realized much later that there was something off about the excuse for those being in the house but, that is a different story for a different day. He was out of the house. Looking back, he was probably out living that 2nd or 3rd life I realized years later he was so adept at keeping. Again, another story. I was in my early 20's and not ...
