Sometimes when you snore, I rest my hand on your arm, in the valley between your elbow and bicep. One more deep breath, exhale, and you are still. The warmth of my palm persuades you to rest easy. My hand slips away, to hide under my cheek. Minutes pass, and I lay uneasily in the … Continue reading Persuasive Sleep
I cuddle back under the sheets on your side of the bed after you leave with the kids to school. It's always a lil warmer than my side, and it's better for my shoulder I say. Bunch the t-shirt you wore last night around my neck. The soft aroma of your cologne and Dove soap … Continue reading Comfy T-shirt
I pulled up to the house, the usually clank, clank as I rolled through the gate. Turned the radio down. Grabbed the wrapper from my breakfast biscuits, half full can of day old La Croix, and gas station receipts, some hard dried up play doh, and stuffed it in a plastic Walgreens bag. Car Key. Glasses. … Continue reading You Can’t Buy Everything
5 de Junio 1980 Port of Mariel, Cuba ---------- Many waited in the large room. Among them, my parents and sister—only 10 months old at the time—my aunt, uncle and cousin. Like pupils, they listened intently for their names, not just to indicate that they were present, but because it meant they were a few … Continue reading God’s Mercy: The Shrimp Boat
How to get away with Mur...RIAGE! Ha! Marriage! Yes, I almost said Murder; but both go hand in hand if you ask 40-50% of the population. MARRIAGE: It's supposed to be a "Merry-Age"? But for a lot of people it's more like a slow torturous death. The plus side is you can always just pull the … Continue reading How to get away with Mur…MARRIAGE!
Last weekend, my husband and I decided to fight the deep-seeded urge to stay home growing roots into our couch, and instead join our best guy friend and his girlfriend at her middle school reunion. It was at a casual indoor/outdoor bar called American Social, where they also serve food. How American. I (and by … Continue reading Tit for Tat?
When I was 5 years old, I didn't have many aspirations-aside from laying on my back on the living room floor, drinking a bottle of yoo-hoo chocolate milk, while watching the latest Woody Wood Pecker cartoon or Chilly Willy. Seriously, who didn’t love singing, “My name is Chilly Willy. I’m frozen through and through.” Ah, … Continue reading Carpe What?
This weekend we attended a destination wedding in Colombia. ****** We overcrowded a large chiva bus that drove us around town blasting music. There was dancing in the aisles, and much cheering each other on as we, unsanitarily, gulped whiskey from a bottle we passed around; several bottles, actually. We wore printed straw party hats … Continue reading Construction
I received a package the other day. I often get packages at home because I do a lot of online shopping. Yes, I love buying stuff, but I'm really not big on malls. I can't say that I enjoy walking around for hours, going from store to store, trying on countless outfits, just to leave … Continue reading Shipping and Handling
My name is Carmen Maria Hernandez, and I am NOT a recovering iPhone addict. * Step 1 - I admit I am powerless over iProducts - BUT my life has become more manageable because of them. Even as we speak, or read, I am using my iPhone memo app to write this post in the … Continue reading Pockets