A Tribute to My Dad … It took some time to earn an M.A. in English. Forty-five years, maybe — if you’ll accept that my education started as a dream, of my dad, well before I was born. In my wallet I carry a black and white photograph of us…

Dare to fulfill your potential. No doubt ‘Freedom’ can mean many things to many people. I’ve chosen to address this topic, however, on one of the most personal knots in my life. So, what does freedom mean to me? Dare to fulfill your potential. I’m 71, mind you, and I…

What a racial incident taught me about myself. NOW AND THEN I can still see their faces — snickering and laughing, their eyes mocking us. And it bothers me that I should still remember. Time should’ve healed the racial slur. The event only happened over 20 years ago. THE CONFLICT …

Dad delivers the Spirit of Christmas to his sons — They lie on the couch. Louie — Alvaro’s oldest boy — stretches his thin body across his torso, a warm cheek resting against his chest. Manny snuggles. Along the hard edge of their narrow sofa, he spoons his ‘Dada.’ Alvaro’s right arm cradles him. …

“You can’t always get what you want” — Children cluttered the track. They blocked my path and often I had to steer around them. Some of them shuffled, dragging their feet over gravel and raising clouds of red dust. Others — mostly girls — walked arm in arm. …

Adult Therapy A SureFire Game to Rekindle Smoldering Marriages I’d missed Ginger Cook’s invitation to forward a bit of silver-haired advice to couples who share mossy bedrooms. I hope I’m not late responding to her hilarious article. …