Moonless Nights

Happy New Year 2016 May this new year bring more love and less wars.

Starting a new is all about your mind set. If you think everything is going to be the same, then it will be the same. But if you think that a new year can bring changes, a positive attitude is going to lead you to better things. Whether you believe in resolutions or not, take the last Wednesday and the last Thursday of 2015 and think about the things you would like to better about yourself. Perhaps you will find that some of those things can be changed.  So, just take a moment and read the wise words of Coelho. CLOSING 2015   One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters – whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished. Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ hous...

I think that every time a new year is around the corner we kind of sit down and look back at everything that happened. For some of us the memories are not pretty for others the memories are beautiful moments that they want to relive. For me this year was about changes. Not only did I move to a new home, I moved to a new state. I'm surrounded by a new atmosphere and new people. I ended a very bad job and started in a job that is on the right path towards my goal of becoming an educator. But my year wasn't just about change, it was also about family and a deeper respect, love and appreciation for my parents in particular. As they get older, I love them more and I miss them more. I spend hours thinking about them and how wonderful it is to have them in my life. My family may be filled with people that are unable to express their emotions but they are also the kind of people that love you and show you with actions. Now, I definitely appreciate that a lot more than people expres...

By: +Idalmi Acosta  

I'm sure you all came across the video of poet Sabrina Benaim and  her monologue about depression that was directed towards her mother. I feel that she did a good job explaining emotions that sometimes when people are depressed they don't know how to convey.   I just wanted to share this article that talks about depression. Lisa Winter's Article: It can be difficult explaining what it feels like to have depression to someone who truly doesn't get it. More than just feeling a little down now and then, depression is a physically — and mentally — draining condition characterized by feelings of hopelessness, anxiety, and abnormal sleeping and eating habits. But a stark description can't accurately portray what it's like to actually live with this mental illness. At the  2014 National Poetry Slam  in Oakland, Calif.,  Sabrina Benaim  delivered an incredible performance of a conversation with her mother in which she tries to make her understand ...

We grew up way too fast And now there's nothing to believe And reruns all become our history A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio And I won't tell no one your name And I won't tell 'em your name I won't tell em' your name Oooh, oooh, oooh I won't tell em' your name Ow! “Sadly Ally, life isn’t fair and we don’t get to have the things that we want.” “Maybe not now Theo, but you will see in the future that things are going to work out for you. I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure that things change. You are a good person and you deserve better.” I think about you all the time But I don't need the same It's lonely where you are Come back down And I won't tell 'em your name “Whatever happens, I want to promise you that I will never forget you, we’ll always be friends.” “Don’t talk like that, okay?” “Ally, promise you’ll never forget me.” “I promise.” I said as I took the CD player from ...

I can't finish this exciting month without validating my novel! Hard work paid off and I have finished another novel for my collection! Also, I want to congratulate everyone who participated & keep on writing!

“You can call me Mr. Sir.” The gym teacher was quite a joker, I thought.  Mr. Sir was the name of a character in the novel Holes. Why would he named himself after a criminal? “Yes, Mr. Sir. Does anyone understand the reference?” I raised my hand. “She was the only one who bother to pick up a book in 8th grade? You will have to do a lot better than that in my gym.” “But Mr.Sir this isn’t English class.” Jacob explained. “I know in school we are here to learn but I’m an athlete and this is the only time of the day I get to enjoy myself.” “Your first priority should always be school. Now grab a book from the shelf and start reading as you do sit ups. Fifty situps now!” We all started walking towards the wooden bookshelf in the right corner of the gym. I couldn’t believe he was going to make us read as we exercised. It didn’t sound like a bad idea to me because I didn’t enjoy gym much. “You!” He pointed at me. “Come here!” I walked slowly towards him, kind of dragging my f...

Look at that moon! I was finally able to take a good picture of the moon! <3

National Novel Writing Month 2015 Synopsis When Ally met Theo, she never imagined she would fall in love with a guy whose life was a complete mystery.  Both in their last year of high school they find themselves trying to be teenagers while handling adult situations. Their relationship grows and they find comfort in each other until graduation day when Theo disappears. “Our prime purpose in this life is to help others. And if you can’t help them, at least don’t hurt them.” Dalai Lama My Broken Boy For The guys

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Feelings Imagination Thoughts Dreams Emotions Memory Pictures Music People Prayers God Movies Expression Freedom Love Nights Moon Nature

When I was young I used to fly back and forth from New york to Dominican Republic and I really loved flying. I actually remember when I was hanging out with some people and we decided to drive to Shea Stadium. In a parking lot nearby we watched planes take off and I just really loved flying and planes.  But now it's different. After 911, for years I kept dreaming about planes and I always fell from the plane or it never took off. This year was the first year that I actually had a dream and the plane took off and I was okay. I think there are so many movies about plane crashes that it's hard not to let it get your head.  When 911 happened I was young, I was in 6th grade and so I didn't think much about it and what happened. But as I grew up I looked at documentaries and testimonies and the images of people just jumping out of the building. I read about the amount of people that gave their lives trying to save those that were trapped in the building and it's heartbreak...

I love fountains, is it obvious?

Or maybe we don't need as much as we think?

There are more things you have to learn and things you have to teach. There are more decisions to make and goals to complete. There are more things you want to do and things you want to change about yourself. There are more foods you want to eat and books you want to read. There are more books you want to write. There are more trips you want to take and people you want to meet. There are more things you want to buy and more things you want to have. There are more graduations you want to go to. There are more feelings you want to feel. There are more things to accomplish. Always More. Always More. Even when you feel like nothing is going right, don't give up...look forward to more things you want to do. There is always more than one way to accomplish things.

A few weeks ago, I was on my way home from work. It was late at night and I was super tired. But anyways, the door opened and in came a woman and sat beside me. At first I didn't notice her because I really don't focus on who goes in and out of the train. I was listening to music and my mind was just in another universe. But I looked up and I see one of the guys sitting in front of me. Something seems to be amusing him, he was trying to get the attention of his friend but his friend shrugged it off. Then he turned to his girlfriend and she made it obvious that they were laughing at the lady sitting beside me. But why? I turned to see her and I noticed that she had a skin condition and it seemed serious, on top of that she was growing thick facial hair. And maybe to him this was simply hilarious but to me, someone who is partially on her same boat, it hurt. He wasn't making fun of me, but he was making fun of someone who had a condition with no cure. PCOS has no cure and on...

September begins and with it PCOS Awareness Month. I just want to use this post really to remind women that are suffering from PCOS that they are not alone. If you have Facebook there are plenty of groups that give support on whatever it is that you need. I know PCOS affects everyone differently. All you have to do is search: PCOS or Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. Same results if you search Google + Also remember... I am 1 in 10 If you want more information about PCOS Wiki is a good source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polycystic_ovary_syndrome

I really enjoy vines and I follow a couple of people who are famous for making vines. One of those people is LeJuan James. I have been following him since he started in Dominican Vines. He is young and has it together and really motivate young people to follow their dreams. I like that, I like to follow inspirational people.  I came upon something that he posted today and it really captured me. I have been for the last two months on the process of a big change in my life. Just like everything else in my life, nothing good comes without something bad (I think many of us can relate to this). But most importantly nothing comes without hard work and obstacles. You need to want something enough to overcomes those obstacles and I have been fighting to make this happen for myself. However, I didn't realize that I was an obstacle myself because I was afraid. Being afraid is not going to help me with anything. I'm going to share what he said and I hope it touches you in a posit...

I didn't have a good childhood. As a child I found myself facing difficult situations that no child should be exposed to. But I've grown to accept it, I've learned from them and I have left them where they belong...in the past. But today while I was packing I came upon a bag of dolls that I still have because I'm emotionally attached to them some how.  They are just a couple of the many barbies I used to have and lost over the years. Attached to these dolls are not only wonderful childhood moments but also painful memories and tears. I'm starting a new journey in my life and I feel it's time to pass them on to someone else. I hope that Nathali will love them and enjoy them as much as I did. See, these dolls were my escape. Whenever I didn't like a situation or I just wanted to escape my reality, I turned to them.  I used to make them clothes because I didn't really have a lot myself. Most of my clothes I had used to be my sister's clothes ...

Jonathan Over the last few years we have grown a lot. After our fight I didn't think we would be friends again and I'm glad that it's not what happened.  Since then we have learned to respect each other and our opinions. We have grown to value our friendships and lean on each other when we best need it. We can both agree that best times are the ones you, Manny and I spend together. No matter what happens I hope we continue to grow as friends. Thank you for being part of my life.

I have surrounded myself with nature.  In my experience, it helps release stress and clear your mind. A walk around central park. A roadtrip to Indiana A rainy day @ Bryant Park The moon @145th

We Travel There For The Women. We travel there for the women, he said. The women there are lost. You see the young girls 14 and 15, willing to sleep with men, he said. You see them without future, without self respect, without morals. You see them easy and innocent. You see them eager for a better future, you seem yearning for attention, you see them without parents. You see them girls without education or guidance. You see them without God, without soul. You see them and you hurt for them... I see them and I...I contribute to the problem. This was inspired by a conversation I had with a costumer at work. He says that he travels to Dominican Republic because of the women there. And by women he meant the young teenage girls that according to him are "lost". Even though he claimed he never looked for underage girls, this left a pain in my heart. We are losing our young girls to sex and prostitution. We are losing our young girls to men that want nothing but sex ...

“ What are you reading?” He asked. “Paulo Coelho? He is amazing. He is so full of wisdom and he writes in three different languages. “ “ I'm reading “The Alchemist”, you read it?” “ My sister told me to read it before I left this morning. I read “Veronika Decides To Die” and it was really interesting. This whole concept about wanting to live when it's too late.” “ Did you just ruin the ending for me?” I asked. He smirked. “Something like that.” “ I want to read that next.” “ How about we switch books? I have mine in the car and you are almost done with yours. I can wait for you to finish.” I smiled. “ How about you stop by tomorrow? Today I'm about to close and I have to go home and care for my grandmother. I don't think I'll be able to read for the rest of the night. I have to open the store early tomorrow.” I explained. He nodded. “ That's a deal.” I cleaned up the counter and finished picking up the cookies and muffins that we...

As you grow older you begin to really appreciate the people that are around you, your friends and specially your family.  I can't complain in that department. Everyone that needs to be in my life is there. I'm surrounded by so many wonderful people that have grown with me into adulthood.  And I just wanted to say that...I'm happy.

"At the end of the day, we're all going to make mistakes, we're all going to do things we regret, even to those we care about. It's unavoidable, but at the end, what matters is how you address your failings. How you treat your family, how you treat your friends, how your forgive and how you love. Oh, and one more thing, I've realized you never get the whole bucket list done, you just keep adding things to it because everyday there's something new to amaze us. That's how we know we're alive. So be surprised, cherish the time you have 'cause everyday is a gift. Every moment is a blessing." Season 9, Episode 5

An excerpt I put together for the blog. This is something similar to the other detective pieces I have published before. The Cheating Husband Headquarters 3rd Floor Private Office of Frederick Court Sunday 3:15 PM “I'm not particularly interested in investigating a case about a cheating husband.” Detective Alexandra Hamilton looked through a pile of cases the city had asked them to investigate. They were simple tickets and car accidents that had nothing to do with the usual dark crimes they  investigated. But lately in the town of Jacksonville more people were running red lights than murdering. “Why not?” Detective Matthew Night chuckled. “Men cheat all the time.” She mumbled. “Whow!”Matthew that was once leaning back on his chair, sat up. “This is not just any case Alex, check this out.” Matthew passed Alexandra the file. “His wife has been missing for 24 hours, you know what that means?” “Yes, we just got ourselves a case.” Alexandra smiled before tak...

Having a glass of wine at the heart of the city. Closing a chapter of our lives just to open a new one. Spending the best of quality time with the second family God gave me. Reliving childhood memories with my best friend.

What makes us who we are? Is there some sort of separation between the body and soul? Your consciousness? What you feel? What you think? When we die, is there a way to preserve all of this? Or do we just become memory? Do we only live on through the memories of the people? Do we disappear into thin air? Do we walk the Earth forever? Go to heaven? Hell? Reincarnate? What makes you, you? What makes me, me?

When I have nothing to do at night, I write excerpts for the blog. Part 1 The Death of Uncle Arthur Sighed. “I can’t believe Arthur is gone.” Dad took a seat next to my mom. We were sitting in the living room having a family gathering. The funeral had been just an hour before and we were all emotionally and mentally exhausted. “ Just twelve hours ago, I was sitting with him in the backyard drinking beer and talking about football.” “It happens Frederick.” My mom comforted. “Don’t think too hard about it, God knows what he does.” “Easy for you to say, he wasn’t your family.” Aunt Vivian argued. Aunt Vivian wasn’t a fan of my mother. Dad was her only brother and she was very protective of him. “Should I remind you that I have been married to Frederick for twenty five years? Anyone who is his family, it’s mine. And if I may add…” “You may not.” Aunt Vivian interrupted. “It’s not the time.” Dad stood up. “I just need some time to breathe.” He walked out of the living...