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Category Archives: Family, Memory & Personal Essays
Still Celebrating Life!
I saw the best minds of my generation drop out of school and get their education on the streets, in the schools of hard knocks: in group homes, reform schools, jails, reformatories and prisons. They dropped out of schools that … Continue reading
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A Father’s Day Message…for Mothers
Beware the self-fulfilling prophecy! One day, in the South Bronx, I observed the following: a young Latina mother with two boys, around ages 6 and 10, standing in front of a bodega. The mother seemed agitated. The older boy was … Continue reading
What I learned from my mother about tolerance…and appreciation
Growing up in Marcy Housing in Brooklyn, one of my neighbors was gay. Everyone in the building knew this. Everyone accepted this, because this is who he was. I won’t say that everyone in the projects accepted this, but most … Continue reading
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Spring Cleaning and Other Discoveries
During the Spring Cleaning that I mentioned in another blog, I did not mention that I discovered something else: two manuscripts I wrote in my 20s, when I was aspiring to be a novelist. The first, “Streets of Rage,” is … Continue reading
Memorial Day (2013) — Remembering My Daddy
It’s Memorial Day, when we remember the men and women who have and are serving in our armed services. Today, I remember my father. He served his country during World War II. He enlisted in the Army on October 31, … Continue reading
“I’ll Always Love My Mama (Part 1)
Today, Mother’s Day, if one turns on the radio one is bound to hear The Intruders’ “I’ll Always Love My Mama,” inspired by one of The Intruders’ (Kenny Gamble) Mama, Ruby. Although the song, released in 1973, didn’t make it … Continue reading
There is always a story…
Just the other day I was walking by the Dunkin Donuts on the corner of Broadway and Halsey in Brooklyn when a man, probably my age plus twenty years of hard living on the streets, limped up to me and … Continue reading
Remembering 9-11
Everyone in New York City has a 9-11 story. Mine begins nearly two months before that fateful day. I was in the World Trade Center with my ex-wife, who is originally from Jamaica. (I am a born and bred New … Continue reading
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In your experience, what town has the most friendly people?
I am a native New Yorker, a born and bred Brooklynite. New Yorkers have a reputation for being rude, and the women unapproachable. Hey, we love you, stylishishly dressed in black, looking good but oh so unapproachable and mean. Sometimes … Continue reading
I Didn’t Fly Last Night
I didn’t fly last night, but 6am this morning I was in the writer’s cockpit, navigating my way through my novel. Did some re-writing and got some writing in to boot. Right now I am on the runway, but plan … Continue reading