One thing I know for sure, marriage is hard!

Everyone warns you that marriage isn’t easy, but when you’re in the romantic stage of love that’s the farthest thing from your mind. You’re not thinking about how he calls his mother two to three times a day to “check in” which at the time you think is cute, but will make you turn into a raging lunatic reminiscent of the Exorcist foaming at the mouth and head spinning, five years down the road. Or how your ambitious go-getter attitude and dedicated work ethic that he initially found so sexy turns into resentment and jealousy later on. Or how opening a joint bank account turns into the Spanish Inquisition whenever you spend or withdraw money. There are so many things that factor into a marriage, many of which you have no clue about until you are in the throes of it. Continue reading One thing I know for sure, marriage is hard!

My Grandmother’s Hands

My grandmother’s hands have massaged tired limbs and weary hearts they have cleaned homes, swept floors, toiled grass roots in cemented lands laid bricks and mortar that paved the road to freedom. My grandmother’s hands have coddled bodega lotto dreams like her new born child they are lamb’s wool on the naked skin of future generations. My grandmother’s hands have clasped arctic tenement floors shielding 5 … Continue reading My Grandmother’s Hands

A letter to my sister…

Sisters. They’re bratty, clingy, nosey, and sometimes just plain old evil. They look up to you, imitate you, tease you, support you, help you, and console you when your first love dumps you. They’re catty, selfish, and spiteful but for all the things they are the most important of them is that no matter how bad things seem they will always love you. The bond … Continue reading A letter to my sister…

Part I: Brooklyn

It was a hot summer day in August and my skin felt like it was cooking from the hot sweltering sun. I felt like a pig that was being roasted for Christmas dinner. Little droplets of sweat where beginning to form on my forehead not so much from the temperature but from my nerves and feelings of fear as I searched the playground for my 10 yr old sister. Growing up in an inner city like New York City there really wasn’t many places kids could go to play and for me, most of my summer days were spent in the playground across the street from my apartment building. But on this particular day I wished that I had just stayed in the apartment. Continue reading Part I: Brooklyn

Thanksgiving’s over now bring on Christmas!

We just got over the Thanksgiving holiday and I still feel like an overstuffed turkey. I ate so much over this weekend that I’m surprised I didn’t get sick from gorging so much. I felt like a glutton. The food was great, spending time with the family was great and most of all life is great. I am truly blessed. I have an amazing family … Continue reading Thanksgiving’s over now bring on Christmas!