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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
Category Archives: memories
Mamacita says: “Great Scott!” Halloween has been and gone but it’s still THAT SEASON, which means many things, one of which is that I have a giant bowl half-filled with Tootsie Roll Pops and Hershey bars on my coffee table, … Continue reading
Mamacita says: Something some of you might not know about me is that I love meeting people, and I tend to strike up conversations with them without ever knowing their names. I’m also a bit of a card shark. My … 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
Mamacita says: First of all, I despise censorship. Banning books is akin to banning people; both are abhorrent to the collective intelligence, and both bring us down as a culture. It’s one thing for someone to decide that a certain … Continue reading
I’m re-running this post from over three years ago because, you know, deja vu and stuff like that. Mamacita says: I got home from class late tonight, around 9:30, and had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for supper. (We … Continue reading