I had a happy childhood. We were poor (and I didn’t know it) but most of memories from childhood (minus some dark and damaging secrets which I will write about at another time) are ones that bring a smile to my face. I am the middle child. My parents had three girls. Jessica, Jennifer (me) and [...]
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Somos Latinos I
Posted in Central & South America, Immigrants, Latino, Memories, New York City, Panama, Writing, black people, family, grandma on June 18, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Declaration of Independence
Posted in Lovers, New York City, anarchist babies, longing, lust on January 15, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Why can’t a slide just be a slide anymore? And my eyes why do they have to say “I love you?” Can’t they just look at you because you’re beautiful and I’m mantequilla? I do not want you. But I want to swim in the sound of your voice. I do not want you. But [...]
Pa Nueva York / Que Linda mi Harlem
Posted in Harlem, Journal, New York City, Writing on January 8, 2007 | 2 Comments »
New York City is good for a lot of things: walking around aimlessly, pizza, bagels with butter (lightly toasted), meeting interesting people, salsa dancing and live music, wine, record shopping, chasing Puerto Ricans, Dominican Food, 24-hour public transportation, pissing in the streets. But Atlanta is good for a lot of things too: nice ladies smiling [...]
