Caught in the Middle of an Ugly Divorce
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I was born and raised in East Harlem near 110th and Madison. Both my parents were well known on the block; for a time I felt like royalty. My mom told me stories about how my aunts and neighbors fought over who held me next. Hugs, kisses, and constantly being called papi chulo was the […]
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Mom and Dad, Please Stop Fighting
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I was doing my homework when my mother sat down in front of me, plopping a cutting board down on her lap. “Where is all of his money going? I just don’t understand why he doesn’t have enough to pay the bills.” She spat this out to me in her thick Jamaican accent while she […]
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