I had my mom, Luza, with me over the weekend. Our major activity was making plans for her upcoming birthday next month. We will be celebrating her 99 years on earth. Me: "What would you like to do for your birthday?" Luza: "I would like a party." Me: "Of course." She stops for a moment, thinking. "Can I have ...
Cuban mother
An Afternoon in Hollywood (or How to Stress Out Your Overprotective Cuban Mother)
My kids (Lucy, 19 and Jonathan, 16) have been doing homegrown improvisational comedy for years now. I've written about this lots of times. Both of them are quite good. (Yes, I know I'm the Cuban mom and I confess to a certain amount of bias, but they are. Shut up.) So the following exchange which was initiated by Lucy came as no surprise ...
Ninety-seven.
I have written tributes to my mom here, here, and here. I don't have much I haven't told you about her. Today she celebrates her 97th birthday. Ninety-seven, people! We had a small luncheon to celebrate (actually, she stretches out the celebration thing for the entire month of February, but that's not important right now). We had ...
