My first few months in Puerto Rico were spent being forced to wake up each morning when my dad woke up. He went out to the marquesina (driveways in Puerto Rico are generally used as TV/entertainment rooms) to turn on his old stereo, which was always set to his favorite station, Radio Oro 92.5. Easy … Continue reading Juan Luis Guerra sings the themes to all of my days…
During my early childhood, Christmas was the most amazing time of the year. We lived in Puerto Rico and celebrated from Thanksgiving to El Dia de Los Reyes Magos. It also helped that my mom's birthday is on Christmas day. From parrandas, to food, to opening presents, to putting a box of grass under our … Continue reading Bah humbug!
War of the cookers
Last week my nephew [seemingly] innocently asked me, “Titi,do you know how it to make soup?” It was such a random question that it threw meoff a bit. “Soup? Like from a can soup?” I asked, confused. “No, real soup,” he said.Oh, I thought. He must have had soup at his abuela’s recently. “No, … Continue reading War of the cookers
My dad owned a tire shop in Cayey, PR, when I was young.Some of my earliest memories are of my sisters and me running around the shop,hiding inside the stacks of tires. During our childhood games of hide and seek in the tireshop, I never once stopped to think about what everything around merepresented. The … Continue reading Nostalgia: 5-8
My mother, my mirror
Lining the wall of my mom’s hallway are family photos. One of those photos is of me; I think I was 20 or 21 when I took it. The roll of film was on its last picture and I pointed the camera at my face and clicked. It’s an awful picture, so when I saw … Continue reading My mother, my mirror
Like me, my nephew has been writing since he was very young. It's been a while since I've had the opportunity to read his work, but today I found this beautiful piece. Enjoy... Just that... Walking in the rain, I'm soaked, but not in complaint... I guess I'm looking for something great in my … Continue reading Just that…