Tales Told on Page & Screen: Six Word Story


Six Word Story – A Simple Ad (Inspired by an apocryphal story about Ernest Hemingway) For Sale: Boy’s Skateboard. Never Used. Credits Directed by: Juan Carlos Hernandez Written by: Alex Diaz-Granados Produced by: Adria K. Woomer-Hernandez Edited by: Juan Carlos Hernandez Cast: Juan Carlos Hernandez as John, Adria K. Woomer-Hernandez as Sara Running Time: 3Continue reading “Tales Told on Page & Screen: Six Word Story”

Tempus Fugit – 1972 Edition, or: Musings on the Ephemeral, Imperfect, and Malleable Nature of Memory


“Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.” ― Guy de Maupassant As the Dog Days of Summer 2022 near their finale – they began on Sunday, July 3, and will end on Thursday – I am struck by the concepts of memory, howContinue reading “Tempus Fugit – 1972 Edition, or: Musings on the Ephemeral, Imperfect, and Malleable Nature of Memory”

Reunion A Story


Originally posted on Leonberger Life:
This is my fourth book review on my Leonberger blog. However, this time I am reviewing a novella written by an epinions friend of mine, just because I want to spread the word about his great book. It is not a Leonberger book. Epinions was an on-line review site that…

Tempus Fugit: Remembering the House at 1001 in Coral Estates Park


Half a century ago this week, in the Miami suburb of Westchester, my mother and I moved into the house we would call “home” for the next five years – a one-story, 1505 square foot, single-family house that sat on a 7,777 square foot lot: 1001 SW 102nd Avenue. Built in 1963, the house wasContinue reading “Tempus Fugit: Remembering the House at 1001 in Coral Estates Park”

Tempus Fugit: July of 1972, or: Things I Remember from Midsummer of ’72


Tempus Fugit. It’s hard to believe, but 50 Julys ago, I was a nine-year-old boy, living in South Florida with my widowed mother in a small apartment in Sweetwater far removed from the lifestyle – and the family we left behind – we had enjoyed in Bogota, Colombia. Four months earlier, less than a weekContinue reading “Tempus Fugit: July of 1972, or: Things I Remember from Midsummer of ’72”

Musings & Thoughts for Tuesday, March 8, 2022, or: On Hitting the Half-Century Mark After a Life-Changing Event…and Unreliable Memories


Hi there, Dear Reader. It’s early afternoon in Lithia, Florida, on Tuesday, March 8, 2022. It is a hot early spring day in the Tampa Bay area. Currently, the temperature is 88˚F (31˚C) under partly sunny skies. With humidity at 61% and the wind blowing from the south-southwest at 6 MPH (10 KM/H), it feelsContinue reading “Musings & Thoughts for Tuesday, March 8, 2022, or: On Hitting the Half-Century Mark After a Life-Changing Event…and Unreliable Memories”

Thoughts of Thanksgivings Past, or: My Very Worst, Very Bad Thanksgiving Story of All Time


Hi there, Dear Reader. It’s late morning here in my corner of west-central Florida on Tuesday, November 23, 2021. It is a chilly – by Florida standards, at any rate – day. Currently, the temperature is 58˚F (14˚C) under sunny skies. With humidity at 68% and the wind blowing from the north at 11 MPHContinue reading “Thoughts of Thanksgivings Past, or: My Very Worst, Very Bad Thanksgiving Story of All Time”

Musings & Thoughts for Monday, November 22, 2021, or: Pondering a Wayward Relative’s Situation in the 2021 Holiday Season


Hi there, Dear Reader. It’s late morning here in my corner of west-central Florida on Monday, November 22, 2021. It is a gray and cool autumn day. Currently, the temperature is 68˚F (20˚C) under cloudy skies. With humidity at 96% and the wind blowing from the north-northwest at 6 MPH (10 KM/H), the feels-like temperatureContinue reading “Musings & Thoughts for Monday, November 22, 2021, or: Pondering a Wayward Relative’s Situation in the 2021 Holiday Season”

On Poetry: ‘Where Time’s Winds Blow’


I rarely write poetry. I am, first and foremost, a writer of prose, with a side dish of screenwriting added for good measure. Poetry is a genre that I don’t tackle much because I always feel like, “Nah. This is drivel. It doesn’t sing.” In today’s parlance, poetry, my friend, is not in my comfortContinue reading “On Poetry: ‘Where Time’s Winds Blow’”

Remembering My ‘Papi’: My Dad Died a Hero, But He Shouldn’t Have…..


Yesterday – Monday, October 4, 2021 – was my father’s 102nd birthday. I never had a chance to say “Happy birthday, Papi” to Jeronimo Diaz-Granados before he died. At least, not at an age in which I could say it uncoached by my mother Beatriz. I was less than seven months old when he celebratedContinue reading “Remembering My ‘Papi’: My Dad Died a Hero, But He Shouldn’t Have…..”