Kikita here. In case you didn't know (because you've been so busy getting ready for "Kikko de Mayo") Mother's day is THIS SUNDAY. I know what you're thinking: "¡Ay Kikita! I'm not ready! I don't know what to get her!" Never fear! Kikita is here! (Ok, I really can't take the credit for this ...
Mother's Day
Mother’s Day Without Mom
The following post has been brought to you by none other than Kikita the Awesome. As you well know, Mami & Co. are touring Washington DC and Adam and I couldn't join the trip this time around. This means we have been left to our own devices and sometimes our devices can be rather silly. Now, I'll be the first to to admit that Mami ...
Where else would a Cuban be on Mother’s Day?
Happy Mother's Day! We began our day with a visit to Arlington Cemetery and some of the kids in our group (congratulations, Jessica!) got to participate in the Wreath Laying Ceremony at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.So I'm moved and emotional and in a fragile and contemplative mood as we slowly walk back to our tour bus. There are many ...
What do you call your Abuela?
The span in age between me and my oldest sister, Ofie, is about fifteen years. Which means she was married and had her first child, Annette, by the time I was nine. Which means that at that point in my young life, my mother, Luz, became a grandmother."La Abuela!" She had waited so long to finally hear those words. She could barely wait until ...
“Felicidades, Abuela!” (state your name)
I've written before about how my family spent summers in Varadero Beach in pre-castro Cuba.My grandmother's birthday was in late June so we would be out of Havana and not with her to celebrate. So we would call.... It seems like such a simple thing, making a phone call from Varadero to Havana, but it was quite an elaborate operation because the ...
Counting my blessings
Scenes from Mother's Day with...MY....BIG.... FAT.... CUBAN.... FAMILY.... On days like today, I consider myself so incredibly blessed that these are the people that have been given to me to love.... What a gift. ...
The Good Mother
Like every other mother I know and like all those emails that get passed around this time of year, I've done my share.I have wiped my share of runny noses.And changed innumerable diapers.I have had the amazing experience of feeding a hungry baby and rocking them to sleep.I have attended hundreds of rehearsals, productions, and plays.I have starved ...
A Red Carnation
Luza, my mom. She was twenty-five when she got married. She was twenty-six when she became a mother. She was forty-one when she gave birth to me, the youngest of her six children. She was forty-seven when she found herself exiled in a new and foreign country. She was fifty when she became a grandmother. She was eighty-five when she ...
Mi casa es su casa
I loved playing house when I was a little girl. I know that's really politically incorrect for little girls now, but I grew up rocking baby dolls and setting my kid-size table. Being a little Cuban girl, I was groomed for homemaking, but really, I am hard-wired that way anyway. When Eric and I got married, we spent our wedding night at the ...
Making a Man
This is a page out of a scrapbook I made for Adam. (the entire album is in the column on the left - titled: Adam's ABC Book) It tells the story of The Splinter. Here's how it goes: Adam played lacrosse in the 8th grade. Lacrosse is like ice hockey but without the ice and much more violent. In other words, a blood sport. =( After his very first ...
