If you’re a regular visitor of this space, you know that both my older half-sister Vicky and I celebrate – or observe, or endure – our respective birthdays just five days apart in early March. Vicky was born on March 10, 1950, while I came along nearly 13 years after on March 5, 1963. IContinue reading “Tempus Fugit (Countdown to the Big Six-Oh Edition): Hazy, Fragmented Memories of Birthdays in Colombia”
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50 Years On: The Childhood I (Inadvertently) Forgot
Fifty years – a half-century – have come and gone since my childhood in Colombia ended, and my American childhood resumed after a six-year span of time away from my hometown of Miami, Florida. My family’s unexpected “reverse migration” from Bogota, Colombia’s Andean capital city, in the spring of 1972 was precipitated by a cerebralContinue reading “50 Years On: The Childhood I (Inadvertently) Forgot”
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”
A Certain Point of View, Too 