My Mother: A Love Story

Mamacita says:  My mother is 83 years old. I call her every day, and invite her to dinner at least twice a week; she takes the leftovers home and has them for lunch the next day. I always call her … Continue reading

Remembering Dad, Before the Disease Changed Him

 Mamacita says:  This is my dad, back when he was healthy and strong. Actually, it’s just a few years before the diabetes became stronger than he was. It didn’t take long. . . . I’ve posted several times about my … Continue reading

An Exception Must Be Made for My Kid, and Hurry It Up

Mamacita says: Everybody on the basketball team is trying really, really hard. Some of them are displaying amazing skills, while others aren’t quite up to the same level of competence. Some of them can hit almost every basket; others on … Continue reading

My Mother’s Hands

Mamacita says:  My mother hasn’t been feeling very well this week, so I’ve gone over there every night after school to bring her some food, do a few little chores, and make sure she’s still there.  If you know what … Continue reading

Frog, Frogs, Arlo & Susie, The Frog Prince, and Me

Mamacita says:  Sometimes I wonder how I ever decided to become a teacher, what with my lower-than-low opinion of people who aren’t interested in lifelong learning, my intolerance and complete disdain of willful ignorance, my disregard of any rule that … Continue reading