Papi, I Hardly Knew Ye….

Today would have been my father’s 102nd birthday. Had Jeronimo Diaz-Granados not been killed in a plane crash on the morning of February 13, 1965, who knows how many birthdays he would have celebrated with Mom, my older half-sister Vicky, and me. Would Dad – or Papi – have lived to be 102? I doubtContinue reading “Papi, I Hardly Knew Ye….”

Tempus Fugit…Again, or: My ‘Colombian Childhood’ is a Half-Century in the Past

Hey, there, Dear Reader. Welcome to another nostalgia-filled post in my occasional series, Tempus Fugit, in which I look back at certain periods of my so-called life, usually to remark that half-a-century has elapsed between Then and Present Day. Last night, while I was attempting to watch the first disc of Zack Snyder’s Justice LeagueContinue reading “Tempus Fugit…Again, or: My ‘Colombian Childhood’ is a Half-Century in the Past”

On Family Relationships: Some Things You Can’t Just ‘Forgive and Forget’

“A sibling in full spate is always frightening, their anger a surprising powerful defense, their deeper impotence equally powerful, absurd.”― Will Eaves, Murmur It’s been over six years since I last saw my older half-sister Vicky in the townhouse that I inherited and briefly owned after our mother, Beatriz Diaz-Granados, died. I really did notContinue reading “On Family Relationships: Some Things You Can’t Just ‘Forgive and Forget’”

Musings & Thoughts for Tuesday, July 13, 2021, or: Pulling On Emotional Scabs…Again

Greetings and salutations, Dear Reader. It is late morning here in New Hometown, Florida on Tuesday, July 13, 2021. It is a hot and muggy day, and it looks as though we are in a typical subtropical summer weather pattern. The current temperature Is 82˚F (28˚C) under sunny skies. With humidity at 63% and theContinue reading “Musings & Thoughts for Tuesday, July 13, 2021, or: Pulling On Emotional Scabs…Again”

Weekend Musings for Sunday, July 19, 2020, or: Memoriae nunquam pereunt

Well, it’s already early afternoon on Sunday, July 19, 2020. It’s a hot, steamy day here in my corner of Florida; the temperature outside is 90˚F (32˚C) under partly sunny skies. With humidity at a sticky 65% and an easterly breeze blowing at 8 mph (13 kph), the heat index is 104˚F (40˚C). Later thisContinue reading “Weekend Musings for Sunday, July 19, 2020, or: Memoriae nunquam pereunt”

Memoria Mater: Mother’s Day 2020 (and Other Pieces of My Mind)

Yesterday was Mother’s Day, the fifth occurrence of the celebration honoring mothers, motherhood, and the bonds between mothers and their children since my mom, Beatriz Diaz-Granados, died, Needless to say, it was a difficult day for me; I was close to my mother, who passed away on July 19, 2015 at the age of 86Continue reading “Memoria Mater: Mother’s Day 2020 (and Other Pieces of My Mind)”

I miss my mom, but….

In the early hours of Sunday, July 19, 2015, my 86-year-old mother, Beatriz Diaz-Granados, died of complications from dementia, heart failure, and the effects of a five-year-long confinement to a hospital-type bed in what used to be our guest bedroom in our small Miami-area townhouse. Since then, my life has undergone a series of unforeseenContinue reading “I miss my mom, but….”