I’m not here to tell you about Mamá’s letters. No. It’s what she included in her letters that I’ll always remember. Continue reading
And somehow, I’m overcome with sadness when I see the Christmas trees that have been left for the garbage collector. Kicked to the curb, without so much as a by-your-leave. Continue reading
Meeting diverse people and getting a glimpse into their Meeting diverse people and getting a glimpse into their inner circle can be exhilarating and moving all at once. Which is how I came to discover the National Black Anthem. Continue reading
In honor that this week is Passover, I’m going to let you in on something.
You know the scene in “Fiddler on the Roof” where Tevye has a dream that his daughter should marry Motel, the impoverished tailor and not Lazar Wolf, the creepy and old, but wealthy butcher? It was a premonition of sorts, even though, technically, Tevye concocted the whole dream in order to help his daughter get out of a marriage arranged by Yente, the matchmaker. And, it worked.
Well, that’s what happened to me. Only, not exactly the same way. Continue reading
Autumn has arrived in San Diego!
How do I know? For starters, we’ve had our first rain in, well, forever. Because, I’m pretty sure the last time it rained was way back in–I can’t remember. We hardly ever get rain in these parts except in winter–and autumn, too, of course!
So autumn came a few weeks late this year, but now that it’s here, this is as good a time as any to let you in on a little secret:
Autumn and I go way back, and that’s the truth. Continue reading