Why I Don’t Like Pink
Certain colors mean a lot to me. Like the special blue gray that was the color of mother’s eyes, that is a good one. But I don’t like pink. It’s all because of a strange episode involving a snapping...
View ArticleRemember, Remember Me
On holidays more than on other days the voices of my relatives come back to me saying, “Remember, remember me”. Memorial Day holiday here in the US is a long weekend and national holiday. While it...
View ArticleMemory after the Flood
Water conjures images of “clean” but flood water is, well, everything but clean. The extra heavy rains are something the old city infrastructure can’t handle here and so I lost one floor of my place to...
View ArticleEveryone Has A Sept 11th Story
Everyone has a Sept 11th Story here I watched the disaster from the bus coming into Manhattan to work and the glass separated us from the fire and the ash but not from fear and people on phones were...
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