Running Errands.

This story’s protagonist, is a citizen of Brooklyn in present time. The world’s economy is still in a shambles, America has elected a new/old president (sigh of relief), and New York City struggling with recovering from Hurricane Sandy, is expecting a Nor’Easter. Our hero has a fairly new job. One that sounded very promising. The …

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Today Is Collection Day.

Those were Bibo’s words over breakfast this morning. What a smart girl she is! Election. Collection. Both words share the same root.  Read more here.  A fascinating blog.  You knew already that I am weird – so why exactly are you surprised? As for the election, I did not vote.  Because I can’t.  I am …

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Sandy.

Major force was required to get me back to Villa BucaBuca. The.  Worst.  Pun.  Ever.   I know. My apologies.  It’s what I do best in light of horrible situations.  The most important thing is that Bibo and I and everyone we know and have been able to get in touch with is safe. There …

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Flushed.

In July of 2008, right around the time Bibo was the size of a pea and I was still completely oblivious to her existence, I had enrolled in a week-long jewelry making course at the Jewelry Arts Institute.  I left with two fine pieces of jewelry crafted by my very own hands, a pendant, and …

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