Monthly Archives: September 2011

essay on fatherhood

to my subscribers: it’s been a minute, awkward.  but anywho, in the past three months i graduated from tisch with a masters in cinema studies.  woohoo, another top three degree, all the ladies say owwwww.  and i took the new york state bar exam.  went to austin, where i danced all night, little black dress working the floor for the octogenarians and loving the teenage wasteland at the quicenera over there with the perez fam.

Essay On Fatherhood:

and, my parents were just in town for the weekend, sigh, love them.

fav moments: a deep sea deep convo with my father.  but first, there was the moment when i took my moms hands, and her smile stretched to brighton, that was my favorite moment, saturday night at the beach, teaching my momto salsa on the coney island boardwalk to the sounds of the salseros at cyclone stadium.  we got a pastelita on the pier, me and my moms, all banana leaf hot, she tore that shit up too, but still left the last part for me, wouldn’t even take the last bite when i offered.  she went out of her way to act like she didn’t like the pastelita so much, at the end she said, “i like tamales better.” which let me know she loved that shit.  melty chicken in all that steaming creamy masa.

fatherhood post, right?  well, my moms was my pops for too long not to shout her first.

that convo with pops was a real win.  i asked point blank you know, “why are you helping me,” i asked, “why are you doing this?” i mean, so as not to get things twisted, let the motivations and emotional strings attached be clear.  because a pruning was in order, emotionally.  and it worked you know.  it was a conversation i needed to have and i had it, so that’s great. his reply? he said that for him, with my dada ji and dadi ji, he never asked for much. but when he asked they provided.  but im not asking, im thinking in my head.  i stay quiet, listening.  and so, he continued, that is why.  later, a tortured look on his face, he says, “i didn’t know you were going to ask such a deep question.”  shit. me neither.  life, funny how it always provides another chance.

peace roops

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