My Hemingway!

The beach with the man I love proved to be an experience for me.

I felt I was 8 again in Isla Verde before there was a paved road at what now is the Pine Grove apartments’ beach. One of my sisters lives there! Sister of the heart! She stabilizes me when I feel out of control with my demons! This sister took me to the mountains of Puerto Rico where we deposited mami’s ashes. I love her. My other sister lives in “Los Pinos” also in Isla Verde. She gives me strength with a spiritual and positive approach to harsh subjects which she, her mother and I share in common.

My daddy and I used to drive to the beach every Sunday alone. My mom and my sister rarely joined us. It was a bonding daughter/father experience. I learned many camping tricks during those Sundays. He taught me the mundane use of the leaves of “uvas playeras” or beach grape leaves. It gave me some “survival instincts” that I still use to this day. I laugh about it. Yes my significant other asked me when I was the happiest in my life and I today can tell him with certainty that it was between the age of 5-10 years old.

Today I felt I was 8 again…


Back in our lovely Miami city apartment… Sat at the breakfast nook as my baby brought the perfect breakfast to a perfect morning. After I finished and he was still eating I glanced over to look at him. His windblown hair made me think of us just getting off a sailboat… it made me feel that I was sitting next to the eccentric Hemingway. It took me then to the Key West and felt myself walking on the grounds and gardens of Hemingway’s home… I realized, what a paradise he found in those waters of the Caribbean! I found mine today with My Hemingway!