Of Home and The Heights
I moved into the apartment I live in (and will soon be moving out of) when I was seven years old. My grandparents and I had just arrived from Chicago at my dad's urging. He lived in Washington Heights with his wife and my brother, as did my aunt with her husband and three children, so my dad thou

Fiscal Irresponsibility
When I was growing up, I thought my family was middle-class. In reality my grandparents, who raised me, were retired and supporting me off of their retirement/pensions checks but they handled money so well that I had the illusion that we were comfortable financially. I always saw my dad was financially stable too - alwa

One of These Things is Not Like The Others...No, Wait it Actually is
I usually don't walk around referring to myself as an artist, even though what I do - write - is technically a part of the arts. When someone else applies the term to me, I usually cringe a little inside because artists are...(to put it mildly) crazy. They do loud things to their hair and wear multi-colored scarve

An AIMless Conversation with Elizabeth
glendaliz8: hey elizabethmiickeymouse: hi! :Dmiickeymouse: You would not believe what happened at school!glendaliz8: what?glendaliz8: btw, mr. malave didnt call me back, strangemiicke

Elizabeth (In Her Own Words)
I was stumbling around in the folders on my laptop when I came across a piece of writing Elizabeth did. Well, it's not so much a piece of writing as it is a meme, you know one of those viral surveys where you reveal things about yourself. She'd probably be mortified if she knew I'd read it, much less posted some of it but sometimes she amazes me so much with her sense of humor, her maturity and her intellect that I cannot believe she's my kid. She's got this quiet strength and this bottomless ocean of unconditional love for me despite all my fuck-ups. And no, I really don't feel I can take credit for her being the loveliest almost-14 year old I know. That credit is due to her.El