antonio pedro ruiz
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Sober x 14 Years
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” – Ferris Bueller from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. I can see clearly now. I can feel life now. I know my… Continue reading
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Dear Mr. President
Dear President Donald J. Trump, What the hell are you thinking? Look, it’s no secret that I am not a fan of yours. I didn’t vote for you in 2016 or 2024. I was shocked but not surprised by the… Continue reading
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A Supreme Love
September 3, 2025, Sumire Gant and Antonio Ruiz celebrate thirty-eight years of commitment and their marriage in Kaua’i, Hawaii. September also marks forty-two years since they first met in a hotel lobby in Baltimore, Maryland. September 3, 1987-September 3, 2025.… Continue reading
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Gun
A collage of quotes, verses, medical testimony, videos, and images in observation of the American genuflection before the most religious of symbols, the Gun (this includes rifles, bazookas, hand grenades, RPGs, and all other weapons of war thought to be… Continue reading
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The Flag
One in a series of narratives on being American The red, white, and blue flag waved on high as it celebrated freedom and loyalty, even as the founding enslavers who promised everyone freedom, But it was really meant only for… Continue reading
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Something Happened
A long read inspired by Jill Talbot‘s “Emergent.” Something happened to me at the Catholic seminary—seventy miles northwest of the Bronx in Middletown, New York. I changed forever. Life before the seminary was not idyllic, but it was simple. 1948-1962.… Continue reading
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The ‘Where Are You From?’ Question
The question is always the same. The speaker is different. “Where are you from?” In the beginning, dating back to the sixties, I would say proudly, The Bronx. And I would think, that was enough. But, the questioner, sometimes some white guy… Continue reading
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Fat
I was inspired by “My body is a cage of my own making” by Roxane Gay. This essay is about me and no one else. There was no disputing the blood test results. I am more than pre-diabetic. I’m on… Continue reading
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daydreaming
daydreamingI remember a faint foggy memory—south bronxrican and dominican rootsthe patterson projectsjohn adams housesa child into a teenagerdates days places people their names have faded awaylike the clouds i would stare at through my fifth-floor windowi was that kind of… Continue reading
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Broken
America is broken. It prompts the question: was it ever not broken? According to the MAGA crowd, there was a time when it was great—a nation that inspired praise and intense patriotism and loyalty. There was a time in… Continue reading
