The walk.

(Fourth, and last, in a series.) Mami and I walked the one and a half miles along Jersey Avenue from Doctor Miami’s office to Unico Towers. We walked past the corner where my husband B’s ground-floor, bachelor-days apartment is now a sweets and ice cream shoppe (with the quaint “e” at the end that means […]

Doctor Miami (Part I)

(Second in a series.) I met Doctor Miami for the first time on Friday. Mami had said he used to be ¡Tan flaquito! Being too skinny causes major concern for Latina mothers. She mentioned he’d gained weight, but Doctor Miami was not the doughy middle-ager I’d expected. He was too tan, especially for New Jersey […]

The main event.

(The first in a series.) Ladies and gentlemen! This afternoon in front of Unico Towers for Senior Residents here in Jersey City, New Jersey, in a raspberry scarf, blue jeans, and practical walking shoes, weighing in at 115 pounds, stands the indomitable, unfazed by bloodclots, kidney stones, stillbirth, miscarriages, MFA program maniacs, jealous bosses, backstabbing […]

Every last drop.

Little woman. Big choice. No problem. Fifty-four flavors of homemade ice cream. I had worried the choices would overwhelm her. Mami has always been an anxious woman. Whether asked how she’d like her tea, if she’d be paying cash or credit, or to print her name and address on a form, her response is to […]