Music…

Start Me Up

Tattoo You

The Rolling Stones
and Words

If you start me up
If you start me up I’ll never stop
If you start me up
If you start me up I’ll never stop

I’ve been running hot
You got me ticking, now don’t blow my top
If you start me up
If you start me up I’ll never stop
Never stop, never stop, never stop

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


On a late evening in 1995, I remained at work until what was an absurdly long day.  Today, I’d have to make an exception and leave before I intended to leave the office.  I needed to go to the grocery store and stock up on supplies so that I may continue the death march.  While most consider the need to do such a grocery run involves staples like milk, juice, and bread, this was far more basic.  At this point, most of what I bothered to go home to do was to shower and sleep.  The basic needs translated to soap, toothpaste, laundry detergent.  While I’d definitely get some food items, they’ll run out before my next need for soap or toothpaste.

Initially, I had not decided to return to the office after my grocery run but nonetheless contemplated it.  I gathered my things into my backpack and slung it over one shoulder.  As I walked out the building to my car, I stopped and chatted briefly with teammates who similarly stayed late continuing to work.  I asserted that I needed to go to the store for items that I absolutely needed.  Their initial look of both contempt and betrayal subsided to be followed by envy.  However, in my insistence to leave for such luxuries as toothpaste, I could gather a few items for them while they resisted making a similar trip.

Continue reading “The Start of an Era”

Music…

Se Parece a Mi Mamá

Canciones para las Madres

Palito Ortega
and Words

Esa flor que está naciendo
Ese Sol que brilla más
Todo eso se parecen
Se parecen a mi mamá

Ese pájaro que canta
Ese río que se va
Todo eso se parecen
Se parecen a mi mamá

Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.


On a dark day in 1977, my father passed away.  I was only nine years old and that seemingly simple event changed the trajectory of my life.  Within a year we moved from Puerto Rico to Florida, transitioned from a Catholic school to public school, and switched from speaking mostly Spanish to predominantly English.  Everything in life changed.  I stood in quicksand or during an earthquake.  We lived without an anchor.

Save one.  The lot of us, my two sisters and I, had one source of stability:  my mom.  She spoke little Spanish and practically no English.  She had less than a high school education.  Subsequently, we moved to Florida at the end of that school year and abandoned everything we knew.  My mom, less than five feet in stature, spearheaded a new life, in a foreign land, without knowing the language, with three children in tow.  We had a handful of friends and no family.

Continue reading “In loving memory of my mother”