2,557 Days Redux


2,557 days. That’s how many days have passed since my mother, Beatriz Diaz-Granados, died at the age of 86 from a combination of age-related illnesses, including dementia, heart issues, and the effects of being confined to bed for half a decade after back surgery. She died around five in the morning; I’m sure the deathContinue reading “2,557 Days Redux”

2,557 Days


2,557 days. That’s how many days have passed since I last heard my mother say my name before she drifted off to an uneasy sleep on the afternoon of July 18, 2015 after I gave her a dose of tramadol to ease the pain in her back that she complained about not long after ourContinue reading “2,557 Days”

Musings & Thoughts for Tuesday, July 12, 2022, or: Memories, Congressional Hearings, and a Book Recommendation


Hi, there, Dear Reader. It’s afternoon in Lithia, Florida, on Tuesday, July 12, 2022. It is a torrid summer day in the Tampa Bay area. As I write this, the temperature is 90°F (32°C) under cloudy skies. With humidity at 63% and the wind blowing from the south-southwest at 11 MPH (17 KM/H), the heatContinue reading “Musings & Thoughts for Tuesday, July 12, 2022, or: Memories, Congressional Hearings, and a Book Recommendation”