Tag: Jeronimo Diaz-Granados
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October Reveries
Tuesday, October 13, 2026 – Orlando, Florida October has always been a difficult month for me. Its arrival brings a chill that has little to do with the weather; before the calendar has turned its first few pages, I can already feel the weight of memory settling in. Whether I choose to dwell on the…
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On Writing and Storytelling: From Brain to Book: The Strange Magic of Making Stories Real
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in Alex Diaz-Granados, Amazon, Amazon Brazil, Amazon Canada, Amazon Germany, Amazon Italy, Amazon Japan, Amazon Mexico, Amazon Poland, Amazon Spain (Amazon.es), Amazon Sweden, Amazon UK, Books, Creative Writing, Family History, Jeronimo Diaz-Granados, Personal Thoughts, Reunion Duology, Reunion: A Story, The Jim Garraty Chronicles, The Jim Garraty Chronicles (Series), Writing as a CraftFrom Brain to Book: The Strange Magic of Making Stories Real This morning, I picked up the hardcover edition of The Jim Garraty Chronicles and felt something I’ve felt many times before, but never quite this sharply: a kind of quiet awe. The weight of the book, the texture of the cover, the solidity of…
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Progress, Patience, and a Quiet Anniversary
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in ACX, Alex Diaz-Granados, Amazon, Audible, Audiobooks, Blogging, Books, Brandon Padilla, Bryan Haddock, Comings and Goings: The Art of Being Seen, Creative Writing, Family History, Jeronimo Diaz-Granados, Life in Florida, Personal Thoughts, Reunion Duology, Reunion: A Story, Reunion: Coda, Stefan (Steve) Lee, The Jim Garraty ChroniclesFriday, February 13, 2026 — Orlando, Florida Hi, everyone—thanks so much for joining me. Another workweek has wrapped up, and while progress on The Jim Garraty Chronicles has been slower than I’d hoped, I’m grateful to have resolved many of the formatting headaches caused by the Kindle Create app. The omnibus is still moving forward,…
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Father’s Day Without a Father….
A Father’s Day Without a Father I don’t remember my father. At times, I think I glimpse a fleeting mental snapshot—a vision resembling an old photo slowly fading in a family album—of a dark-haired man holding the infant version of me in his strong, tanned, and hairy arms. The hopeful part of me likes to…
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Musings & Thoughts for Thursday, October 5, 2023, or: Family Anniversaries Loom; Progress on Novel Inches Forward
Midday/Early Afternoon, Thursday, October 5, 2023, Lithia, Florida Hi, everyone. Welcome to another Thursday edition of A Certain Point of View, Too. It’s the fifth day of October, which as you know is not one of my favorite months – for a number of reasons. First, it’s the “birthday month” of both my parents. Dad…
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Musings & Thoughts for Saturday, October 8, 2022, or: What’s on My Mind Today?
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in Beatriz Diaz-Granados, Blogging, Conservatism in the U.S., Donald Trump, GOP Ties to Vladimir Putin, Jeronimo Diaz-Granados, Love, Sex, & Relationships, Personal Thoughts, Random Thoughts, Russia and U.S.-Russia Relations, Russia-Ukraine Crisis of 2022, Russian Invasion of Ukraine (2022), Sex, U.S. Politics, War in UkraineThings On My Mind, Saturday, October 8, 2022 My father, Jeronimo Diaz-Granados, would have been 103 years old tomorrow. Even if he had not died 57 years ago (20 days before my second birthday, at that), I doubt that he would have lived to be 103. Still, if the air freight company – AESA –…
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Weekend Update for Sunday, February 13, 2022
Hi, there, Dear Reader. It’s late morning here in Lithia, Florida, on Sunday, February 13, 2022. It’s a chilly, gray, and wet winter day in the Tampa Bay area. The current temperature is 65˚F (18˚C) under light rainy conditions. With humidity at 90% and the wind blowing from the west at 6 MPH (9 KM/H),…
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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 celebrated…
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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 doubt…
