Friends + Family

My Non-Television Mother and Me: The Interview

Read Part 1 here.  Part 2 of a 3 part series In an attempt to understand my mother a little better, I asked her a couple of questions that...

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Finding the Right Travel Partner

This entry is part 20 of 20 in the series: What's Buzzing with Bea Now that you are part of the Baby Boomer generation or close to it, you...

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A Mother’s Lessons Lead to Her Final Gift

“I want to die.” It was hard to hear when my mother first said the words to me over the phone, but I understood why she felt that way....

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They Welcomed Her to Her Death

The word went out. No more surgeries. No more chemo. Send tributes, poems, drawings, photos, and prayers for the end of pain. Those who...

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Rise Up

You know what I don’t like, hate actually? All the people who are saying they “don’t care” about politics, or what’s happening in...

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You are the Star of Trade Town, Davey!

Me at nine years old: “Look! It’s a brand new 1975 AMC Pacer! Isn’t it groovy? I got the keys. Wanna take it for a ride?”...

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I Love You

“He has about six quality months left.” “And then?” “Hmm . . . would you like a glass of water?” “No. What then?” “He...

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French Faux-pas: Valentine’s Day, Crockery, Louboutin, and a Priceless Smile

I once made the faux-pas to surprise my lovely wife with a state-of-the-art crockpot for Valentine’s Day. (That was last week.) I...

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Grace

I knew for weeks before he finally told her. His teeth gave him away. I’d never seen them before, then one day there they were. Every...

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Daddy Issues

I’ve heard the term many times in my life. I’ve even used it a couple of hundred times or so. I have understood this stereotype to...

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My Non-Television Mother and Me

Part 1 My mother is not a mother to me like a television mother. She’s more like a friend, a friend of a friend even. She’s the...

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Bag of Blue

There is a blue plastic WalMart bag caught in a branch of the maple tree in my daughter’s front yard. It has been there since April, four...

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Graciela and Abuela

I am who I am because of Graciela and her bright red sash and because of her Abuela, the old woman with the melted candlestick. The old...

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47 Trips Around the Sun

One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them. -Virginia...

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Being True to Myself the Artistic Way

For as long as I can remember I always felt compelled to unleash my talents to the world. My Grandmother nurtured my artistic talents by...

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In My Other Life

This entry is part 1 of 12 in the series: January Flashback Originally Published February 2016 Have your ever asked yourself: who would I...

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Why You Should Love Your Big Butt

This entry is part 4 of 12 in the series: January Flashback January Flashback- Originally published January 2015 The other day I found...

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My Mother’s Death

My mother’s death was a shock at first. And then it was a relief. She was diagnosed with bone cancer on March 9, 2012. She died in the...

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The Benefits of Traveling with Your Grandchildren

This entry is part 19 of 20 in the series: What's Buzzing with Bea “Pick Em’ Off … One At a Time!” Those of us who are grandparents...

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Celebrate New Year’s Eve the Latino Way

Christmas is my favorite time of the year. Every year I devote tremendous time and currency (both monetary and emotional) to the planning...

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Transcendent Growth Exchange

Five years ago, I arranged a meeting with twenty family members. I was to announce that I would begin to present to the world as a woman....

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Send in Your DNA Today!

This entry is part 6 of 6 in the series: Sicilian Ancestors You might find family members you don’t know exist: half-brothers,...

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Dark and Stormy Night

It was summer when he finally showed up. Larry worked the night shift then, and Nicole was still a baby. Gina was at the kitchen window...

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Day 79: Birthdays

I get older; you get older. That’s how this works. My legs are healing. Bright pockmarks of red and white mark where the surgeon’s...

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Her Name Was JOY

As she stepped inside my home tonight, I could see she wasn’t in a hurry. Seemed to want to linger a bit. Came to pick up a beautiful...

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How I Uncovered Long Forgotten Meaning in Our Family’s Christmas Traditions

I was 8-years-old when I realized there was no Santa Claus. I’d lost the Snow White watch I’d received for Christmas—the one with the...

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