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The Social Workers

One day, there was a knock at my door. I’d been watching the boys play a video game, cheering on whoever was winning at the time so as not to favor one over the other (although I wanted David to…

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Eddie Goes to Church

When I was eighteen, my best friend was Eddie Crespo, a recovering heroin addict twelve years my senior. More than a friend, he was a mentor, a teacher, a kind of father figure – albeit a flawed one. 
He was…

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Life with Eugenio Part 2

My grades were seldom stellar, but once or twice, they were good enough—perhaps a couple of Bs, maybe some Cs, and sometimes only one fail. As usual, Mamita would praise the genius but misunderstood level of my IQ. She suggested…

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Life with Eugenio Part 1

In 1963, right after I was born, my parents, Eugenio and Virginia Boria, separated. They never got divorced; neither believed in divorce. My mother kept her married name and the apartment on 105th Street in Spanish Harlem. 
It was decided…

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Alcapurrito

My mother held my sweaty little seven-year-old hand extra tight so I couldn’t wriggle free. I desperately wanted to join the “bad” kids in their unruly game of tag, weaving up, down, and around the aisles and pews of the…

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Great Magic

Think of that song that you absolutely adore; the one that changed your life or the way you think. The song that you dedicated to your husband or wife; the one you danced to at your wedding. We all have…

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Stupid Morning

I had a stupid morning. A stupid morning is a specific kind of bad or sad morning. A stupid morning is a combination of the two, but for stupid reasons. My reason dajour was this: It took me almost two…

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What My Mother Taught Me

 

I used to teach scripture; nothing too fancy, I wasn’t a theologian or a scholar (just like I’m not a writer.) One of my favorite methods of teaching was to take a verse and break it down to its bare…

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I Have Four Arms

I have four arms.
That is a very bold statement, I know. Nevertheless, I am telling you, as a simple matter of fact, that I have four arms. There are the two that are obvious, that you can see and…

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Papi

 I was thirty-four years old, a year or so after my father died, and I was in my mother’s apartment with my sister, Cachie. She and I were having a friendly squabble about something or other. She and I were…

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