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Tag Archives: Williamsburg
Los Sures, Part 31: The Creature Walks Among Us
I was watching TV, on the floor, in the dark. I didn’t notice right away, but there was something nearby, something next to me. I waited for a commercial, and then I turned — and there was Barbie. She was … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 27: The Strange Case of Barbie the Poodle
Our dog Barbie used to wake me up every morning by attack me, licking my face all over. I would laugh then put Barbie in a headlock, and she would get me back by licking my ears till they were … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 22: Artists
My best friend Adolph and I liked to draw. When it was art time in first grade, we would draw scenes of stick people running away from monsters being forced into mountain caves and crowding into each other so much … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 20: My Friend Adolph Who Was Dirty and Grouchy Like Oscar the Grouch and Kind of Like Groucho Marx, Too
I met my first best friend Adolph in kindergarten at P.S. 84. He was playing all alone, hanging the hand puppets by the neck with the cords from the Venetian blinds. These were hand puppets of a mom and dad … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 19: The Child Eater
There was an old, old man who dressed in black who used to walk down our block to find children to eat. Inch by inch, step by step, slowly he walked. When he would see any kids he would growl … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 5: Hell Is for Children
They told me the Devil killed my uncle Jesus. My older cousin Fátima told me, “The devil shot our father in the basement.” My aunt Religiosa had seven daughters, Eunice, Fátima, Judith, Mary, Magdalena, Novena, Ruth, and Sarah, and they … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 3: Desiree Who Was the Color of Cafe Con Leche
I remember Desiree was the first girl I ever loved, the first girl I ever wanted to marry. I remember I was going to be 4 and she was 7. I remember she lived next door to us at 123 … Continue reading