Boom boom boom. More like a pump than a pound. Boom boom boom. I sat outside and heard the sound. Boom boom boom. That’s Miami music looping around. Boom boom boom. Three weeks play daily party sounds. Boom boom boom. Another pandemic party shakes the ground.
Category Archives: writing
Parents Need More than a Schedule
Right now, just remember that a district is made up of one human being linked to another human being and none of us have ever been more human than we are now.
Our Child Starts School During Coronavirus Pandemic.
There was no 5:30 a.m. alarm this morning. There was no driving one child to the Metro station on the East side of Miami. Then, rushing home to drive the other to the West side of Miami. My daughter walked into the kitchen this morning with a smile on her face. It was around 9Continue reading “Our Child Starts School During Coronavirus Pandemic.”
Conan O’Brien is My Therapist and Should Be Yours Too
There’s a lullaby in his snarky humor that has kept me afloat since I sat in a rocking chair with my newborn daughter in the middle of the night.
With a sparkle we go
With a sparkle in her eyes, she asked, “Are you ready?” “Let’s go.” With a sparkle in his eyes, he told a story I’d never forget. Leonard Pitts, Jr. read from Chapter 2 in his new novel, The Last Thing You Surrender. His voice bending into the different characters as if he lived their lives,Continue reading “With a sparkle we go”
Find the best authors at THE MIAMI BOOK FAIR
Crowds. Noise. Everything that many book lovers usually run from will be swirling around and crackling through the air at the Miami Book Fair in the coming weeks. The first time I took my kids there, I was slapped with screeching children, tents with more screeching children, loud music, and sometimes happy, mostly angry parents.Continue reading “Find the best authors at THE MIAMI BOOK FAIR”
Friday the 13th Good Luck Laughter
There’s something about the number 13 that frightens people. When we lived in a high-rise in Miami Beach, it was on the 14th floor, except for one problem. There was no 13th floor. The elevator jumped from 12 to 14. I thought it was so strange that buildings everywhere excommunicated the number 13. Ironically,Continue reading “Friday the 13th Good Luck Laughter”
Connect in Waves
Our lives connect in so many waves surprising us in the shapes and forms they meet.
Who are our heroes?
When the days bleed together and feel like a blood clot pulsing in your leg, you know you need to take a moment to do something, anything to relax. Nowadays, people often turn to YouTube, Netflix, or television in general. I turn to Conan, Team Coco, anything Conan O’brien. I recommend his show for adultsContinue reading “Who are our heroes?”
The Art of Living with Artists
I watch in awe of their resolve, saddened by their wounds, hoping for their healing, and waiting for the next burst of magic, bound to love them through it all.
