I had written this post back in the Spring in response to a prompt for a writing workshop. I feel it is the backstory to my post from yesterday. Today Dr. Rex at “It is What it is.” Posted some beautiful pictures of one of my favorite spots on the island, Old San Juan and that prompted me to re-post. Since last Spring, I have updated the story and mined my memories for more content. I submitted the extended version last month for acceptance in an anthology of Puerto Rican voices coming out next Spring 2019. Wish me luck.
I came across this quote from North 20°54, West 156°14, a personal essay by Maggie Messitt on Bending Genre. “Maps are about boundaries and perception. They are about recognizing and being recognized.”
It is a beautiful place
One summer as soon as school was out, our parents took us to their little island in the Caribbean. It was the late 1960’s; it was the year my paternal grandfather died. It was unexpected. I don’t remember him, and I don’t think he ever met the twins. That’s probably why they made an effort to get us over there to meet the family now. I was apprehensive at first. My Dad was staying home, but we were going for the whole summer! I was starting my teenage years, which is a big deal in itself but on top of that, all I knew about Puerto Rico were the stories my parents…
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