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  • for babyface

    Celebrating our 39th wedding anniversary. September 3, 1987. for babyfaceit’s been too longi don’t rememberthe last timei wrote you aflower songan orchidfull of colorsbloomingfrom my soulto your hearti don’t remember the last timei looked into your eyeswith wordstouching your face(those… Continue reading

    for babyface
  • A Supreme Love

    On September 3, 2026, Sumire Ida Gant and Antonio Pedro Ruiz will celebrate their 39th wedding anniversary. 39 years468 months14,245 days1,230,768,000 seconds20,512,800 minutes341,880 hours14,245 days2035 weeks3902.74% of a common year (365 days) Once upon a timein the cavernous lobby of… Continue reading

    A Supreme Love
  • A Year of Living Dangerously

    1968 was a time of contradictions. Not unlike now. There were many Americas. I lived many lies.It was a time of dissolving from a past that no longer existed into an unknown future filling Americans with both fear and hope.… Continue reading

    A Year of Living Dangerously
  • Catching Memories

    On August 25, 2026, I will mark the six-month anniversary of my stroke. Over the next few days, I’m revisiting my early writing from that traumatic period. It’s strange what you miss when you have a stroke. One moment, your… Continue reading

    Catching Memories
  • Searching for Words

    On August 25, 2026, I will mark the six-month anniversary of my stroke. Over the next few days, I’m revisiting my early writing from that traumatic period. Something changes in you when your brain breaks. A stroke. Even a mild… Continue reading

    Searching for Words
  • Broken Brain

    On August 25, 2026, I will mark the six-month anniversary of my stroke. Over the next few days, I’m revisiting my early writing from that traumatic period. Last February, I experienced a mild stroke caused by a blockage in the… Continue reading

    Broken Brain
  • Writing For My Life

    The following was written in response to a college assignment to read “Write Like a Motherfucker.” I don’t remember whether I read this somewhere or someone told me: Writing is writing. Period. If you’re not vomiting words onto the page… Continue reading

    Writing For My Life
  • America, My Country Too

    I was born in the United States of America and grew up here. The South Bronx.From an early age, I was taught that this nation was the greatest in the world. No doubts about it.In Catholic elementary school (1954-1962), we… Continue reading

    America, My Country Too
  • The Ten Things on My Mind

    My recent stroke has compelled me to reevaluate my life and goals. Here are the ten issues I am most focused on. 10. Keeping My Sanity Have you ever been hit by a torrent of water from a fire hose?… Continue reading

    The Ten Things on My Mind
  • Baghdad by the Bay…A Love Letter

    We’re going back to San Francisco in September to celebrate our 39th wedding anniversary, as we’ve done irregularly over the past 41 years or so. I really love that city. Something about its history, weather, people, culture, and compactness just… Continue reading

    Baghdad by the Bay…A Love Letter