Tag: Love
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“Comings and Goings: The Art of Being Seen”
A Quote Quilt by Alex Diaz-Granados In the hush between songs and stories, there’s a kind of magic that blooms when someone looks at you—not to evaluate, but to understand. Comings and Goings hums in that space. It’s a story stitched from quiet observations, shy admissions, and the kind of memory that doesn’t fade with…
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The Kiss That Lingered: A Memoir’s Echo Through Fiction
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in Alex Diaz-Granados, Amazon, Blogging, College Life, Comings and Goings (Short Story), Comings and Goings: The Art of Being Seen, Creative Writing, Kindle, Kindle Create (Publishing App), Kindle Direct Publishing (KDP), Life in Florida, Miami-Dade Community College, Personal Thoughts, Reunion Duology, Reunion: A Story, Reunion: Coda, Student JournalistSome stories begin long after the moment itself. This one started in a college classroom in 1985, but it didn’t find its full voice until years later—first in memoir, then through the echoed silences of fiction. What follows isn’t just about Maria, or Marty, or Kelly. It’s about the quiet resonance of memory, and how…
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“Because You Were Kind. Because You Were Here.”: Why Presence Speaks Louder Than Resolution
“Because You Were Kind. Because You Were Here.”: Why Presence Speaks Louder Than Resolution There are moments in life when we think words will fix things. That if we can only say the perfect thing, take the perfect action, explain ourselves clearly enough, everything will shift. Stories often chase that kind of transformation—the big gesture,…
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“Some Loves Don’t Ask” (Inspired by ‘Comings and Goings: The Art of Being Seen’)
The Boy She Loved for One Night She’s older now—not by much,but enough that the pastfeels more like a country she leftthan one she was exiled from. At a shelf she wasn’t seeking,his name appears—spine out, serifed,tucked between authors she almost recognizes.Garraty. A flicker.A room.A song dressed in Beethoven’s longing.A voice that whispered “Can I?”And…
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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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More Musings for Mother’s Day 2025: Of Mothers, Sons…and Music
Evening, Sunday, May 11, 2025 – Miami, Florida Mother’s Day always brings a mix of emotions. The ache of missing my mother is ever-present, but today, I choose to celebrate the memories—the quiet, joyful moments that defined our bond. Mom and I shared an unspoken connection through the things we loved: books, films, dogs, and…
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Of Sons, Mothers, and Mother’s Day PTSD
Late Afternoon, Saturday, May 10, 2025, Miami, Florida Hi, everyone. Sorry, I’m late, but sometimes, rarely, yes, but sometimes – it’s difficult to come up with a good topic for a blog post. Especially when I’m busy with other stuff, such as doing laundry, which is how I spend part of my morning and midday.…
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Dear Reader, Let Me Tell You a Story…a Final Glimpse at the Prologue for ‘Reunion: Coda’
Late Morning, Thursday, March 27, 2025, Miami, Florida Hi, everyone. As I prepare for another writing workday, hopefully crafting the final chapters of Reunion: Coda, I thought I’d share a sparkling tidbit from the novel’s Prologue. Imagine, we’re nearing the end of a literary journey that started two years ago on the other side of…
