Moonless Nights

Today at graduation the commencement speaker Johnny C. Taylor, Jr. shared this poem with the graduating class of 2013 at York College. I thought that it was very inspiring and I wanted to share it once again with my classmates and my friends and family.   Poem   By Nadine Stair (age 85)     Older Woman's Words of Wisdom.........! If I Had My Life to Live Over I'd dare to make more mistakes next time. I'd relax. I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would take more trips. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would perhaps have more actual troubles but I'd have fewer imaginary ones. You see, I'm one of those people who live sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I've had my moments and if I had it to do over again, I'd have more of them. In fact, I'd tr...

Primer Capítulo: “El Disparo”   Recuerdo esa tarde como ninguna. Hacía un calor horrible creo que la temperatura había subido a 105. No había llovido en casi un mes y con el escaso de agua estábamos pasándola bastante difícil. Recuerdo también que la poca agua que teníamos era de un rio que quedaba muy cerca de mi casa. Poco a poco el rio se estaba secando y pronto no habría agua nr  vb i para beber. Pero la falta de agua y el calor eran poco para lo que ocurrió la tarde de Junio 13, 1999. Era un domingo y por lo tanto las personas de aquel pueblo llamado Santo Pedro (en apreciación por el padre de la iglesia Padre Pedro) habían salido de la iglesia y caminaban a casa. Debo explicar un poco más del pueblo para que así puedan comprender los eventos que tomaron lugar allí esa tarde.  Este era un pueblo muy cerca del campo.  Por lo tanto muchas de las personas que vivían en este pueblo eran analfabetas y no conocían mucho de la educación. Les explic...

Ella es arte en sí.   Me inspira porque es una joven tan linda por dentro y por fuera. Es tan inteligente y tiene tanto talento. Ella saca algo muy lindo dentro de mi. Es mi pen pal y mi confidente. Es una de mis mejores amigas y lo digo con toda sinceridad. By Ana Acosta

At a play in York College  "La luz de un cigarillo" I got to walk on the set & meet the writer. Madison Square Garden First time watching a Knicks game  with my friend David Bordando por la paz en Mexico Praying for the missing  at York College Flying at Dorney Park with Diana, CJ & JC My favorite ride

The Front Row Ticket Based on a strange but not similar event. My summer had become a nightmare after my flight was cancelled due to thunderstorm. They had sent everyone home after two days sleeping in the cold hard floor of the airport. "I'm sorry but we'll just have to wait and see how the storm goes." The flight attendant explained. I lived in a small Island in the coast and that airport was our only way out. "I told you we should move back to the city." My husband complained. "These thunderstorms are the worst thing that could happen when you are trying to enjoy your vacation." The next day when the storm had calm down I called the airport. They said the plane would be ready to take off that afternoon. That meant we had all morning to figure or what to do. "How about we watch a play?" My friend Susan was the main actress in one of the plays of the small theater. "I don't think so, l last time I bought us two tickets t...

He was the one who swept me of my feet. The one that made me believe in all his lies and all the promises that he never kept. How much he made me cry. I honestly tell you I cried a river. I spent nights walking around in the cold because I couldn’t bare the feeling. Only the air could make me feel just a little better; that’s because it was the only way I knew I was still alive. The empty feeling had taken over my heart, chest, and stomach. That emptiness that reminded me every second of how lonely, hurt, and sad I was. EVERY SECOND. Worst it reminded me of how much I loved him and how he was cheating on me. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t eat, and I simply couldn’t function without him. But who was he? He was an idea. He was made up. He was a lie. He was a stranger. A stranger that now sits in front of me on the bus, and I can’t recognize. His eyes are different, even darker. They look sad too. He looks tired, maybe he is working too m...

Chapter One January 8 “Is it okay if I go home? I’m really tired.” Tyra leaned on the door frame of Gene’s office and sighed. “You don’t take a break, do you?” “I can’t. This is due tomorrow. But yes, you can go home if you like. I’ll close up the office and you can pick up the keys tomorrow morning. I’m going to take the day off. It’s my mom’s birthday and she wants to spend the day with me.” Gene kept her eyes on the computer screen. There were piles of folders pending Gene’s attention. Tyra felt bad. “Maybe I should stay.” She threw her bag aside and grabbed a couple of folders from the desk. “Which are due for next week?” “No, please...”  Gene got up and grabbed the folders from Tyra’s hands. “I did all the work that’s due next week. I was just getting ahead of myself. Go home I’m going to close in ten minutes anyways.” Gene smiled. “Thanks though. It’s nice to see that someone cares about me.” January 9 “The next morning I went to pick up the keys for the offic...