Who am I to judge? Some Reasons Why I Stayed

My social media feeds have been over run with links to articles discussing the Ray Rice domestic violence scandal. I’ve read many that were only concerned with why did the fiance- who quickly became the wife- stay. No one seemed to be asking why Ray Rice punched her in the face. Instead, everyone wants to … Continue reading

Cause Of Death

I read the first page of the autopsy report and was not at all surprised. However, I asked questions out loud to no one in particular or perhaps to my imagined medical examiner. “So let me get this straight. You mean to tell me my father didn’t mean to kill himself? It was an accident? … Continue reading

My Year in Books – 2013

The year 2013 was a pretty quiet year. So we’ll celebrate my year in books.- what I read, why I read them and what I thought of them. There were 18 listed on my GoodReads account but I chose a few to address.    1. To the End of June: The Intimate Life of American Foster Care … Continue reading

The Great Escape

                I ate the grey chalky substance in the holes of the sheet rocked walls when the fridge echoed emptiness at the release of the rubber molding that held it shut. I stood on the back portion of the couch that was situated in the living room to the left of giant-sized windows that faced the … Continue reading

In this Home

In this home, I slept in the attic with my two younger sisters. I learned to acquire a new sense of smell and appreciation for comida puertorriquena. I was reintroduced to the rhythms and beats of Caribbean music. Danced the Salsa and Merengue that was already in my blood. I began to taste the language of my … Continue reading

An Apology

I feel the need to apologize to my child. A sincere apology is due to the one whom I have neglected over and over again these last 22 years. The one who has always been that soothing hand on my back, the supple shoulder for me to cry on, and the listening ear for my … Continue reading

Where It All Began

This is where it all began. This hosptial. The infamous intersection that erased my past and led me to what is now known as foster care. This is where it all began. Where they probed us. Touched us. Held us down to check our fevers through anal thermometers. Where my brothers fought for a chocolate … Continue reading