I may have started my forties yearning for my father, but I’m ending them leaving him behind.
This year, I didn’t just reconnect with my Hispanic heritage. I also grew my own seatbelt for rapid-fire Caribbean Spanish.
This summer, I opened the door to my family’s secrets in order to reclaim my heritage. Hi, my name is Michael Doyle, and I’m a Hispanic American.
If you want to love where you’re going, first learn to love where you’ve been.
Donald Trump’s glee at getting a Purple Heart the easy way makes me wonder if he has a heart, at all. How about you?
There are second chances, there are once-in-a-lifetime opportunities, and then there are miracles. On seeing my family again after 20 years apart.
It has been a long twenty years. This weekend, after a generation of estrangement, I’m going home with Ryan to Queens to see my family.
This is the post of my lifetime. After 20 years, this week in the blink of an eye and in the face of tragedy, I got my family back.
Another Father’s Day come and gone. I guess after forty, I feel the regrets I thought I could live with for the rest of my life with greater intensity as the rest of my life starts to arrive.
When Overly Frank adopted olderly Ryza from PAWS Chicago earlier this month, the cuddly interaction between Oklahoma expat and 11-year-old feline made me realize how much I’d been taking my own lifelong companion for granted. His life, that is.