Mamacita says: I’ve been thinking about my father today. I have no idea why. There must have been something that started the thought process – something I saw, heard, ate, felt, laughed at. . . SOMETHING that made me think … Continue reading
. . . and my mind’s eye – ever more astute than the two regular eyes – still sees scenes like this whenever I look out the living room window in the fall. Empty Nest Syndrome. ENS. Certifiable in all … Continue reading
Mamacita says: Don’t tell anybody, but I’m only pretending to be upset that all the stores are getting ready for Christmas. Yes, it’s too early. Yes, Thanksgiving really does deserve some undivided attention. Etc. The fact is, I love Christmas, … Continue reading
Mamacita says: Oh please, society, let us learn from the past, just a little bit? “Francie thought it was the most beautiful church in Brooklyn. It was made of old gray stone and had twin spires that rose cleanly into … Continue reading
Mamacita says: On occasion, my husband and I have what one might euphemistically call “slight miscommunication” episodes. I’m sure I don’t know why he can’t seem to understand me, but it probably has something to do with the fact that … Continue reading
Mamacita says: When I was teaching in the public schools, the same things happened almost every day: I rejoiced when my students did well. I cried when my students faced insurmountable odds. I laughed when my students were happy. I … Continue reading