Sixty-Three

He would have 63 years old today; instead, he died at 23. It is ironic that a quiet, shy and gentle young man that did not smoke cigarettes or drink alcohol would have his life end this way — an innocent victim of a senseless act of violence by an angry man with a gun, … Continue reading Sixty-Three

A Spirit of Christmas Past

Alternate title: Ugly Sweater in the eye of the beholder Lonnie Delopas rummaged through her carry-on looking for the earbuds she threw in there at the last minute. She would listen to music instead of trying to read.  She had been on edge since she woke up this morning.  She felt a difference in the … Continue reading A Spirit of Christmas Past

Work- a New Day, a New Chapter

“And suddenly you just know it’s time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.” — Meister Eckhart I began a new chapter this week.  I started a new job.  I work as a Part-time Library Assistant at a local public library, and I am so excited about it!  This job was one … Continue reading Work- a New Day, a New Chapter

Gratitude and Thanksgiving

I sat here in front of a blank page for a while wanting to write something but couldn't get started. The season brings many memories, most with warm and loving feelings.  From our earliest days in Brooklyn to most recent holidays in Florida so much has changed around us. The family has grown and spread out … Continue reading Gratitude and Thanksgiving

Home to where I’d never been

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.

Lindi Roze is SELF CENSORED

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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My color is Ecru Cream

Alternative title - A Roze by any other name is still a Roze I Have Been Weary The other day, Jill Dennison of Filosofa's Word posted “A SHARED OPINION …” in which she shared an article by Charles M. Blow of the NY Times, titled "You Have a Right to Weariness." As usual, Jill's comments to this … Continue reading My color is Ecru Cream