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Originally from Washington, D.C. , I have been living in Cancun, Mexico for the last 17 years. I spent several of my younger years as a television and radio broadcaster, then worked in the restaurant business for a few more years, which brought me to Cancun.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reflections: 2 of 229

New Year's Day Years are over. Years begin. Time, it folds unto itself. Time returns and circles close. Ends commencing somewhere else. Times and lives, all far away People, places left behind Raise a toast to all of them. And all that cannot be defined. Now I'm older, feeling gray, Yet freer than I've been before. I dance, ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's journey: 32 of 290

In this life's journey, There are no coincidences. There are only convergences. Places where paths cross, lines intersect, lanes merge. Though our paths may cross, Or they may seem to run...together, We know one day our roads may turn away, And we will have to continue...alone. For now let us enjoy the walk...together. Let u...
Travel > Mexico Destinations Getting around Cancun, Mexico: 1 of 9

So you're fresh off the plane in Cancun, and you're trying to figure out how to get around this 12-mile island shaped like a number 7. Well you have some options, friend. Renting a car Stick to the established rental car agencies you have back home. You know the brands. Everyone and their madre will offer you deals that soun...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Warfare: 4 of 26

Care Package Send me a care package. Im here in the big sandbox. Ramen noodles. Cup-A-Soup. Home for now is a wind-whipped tent. Couldn't have picked it out on a map ten years ago. Crouched low in my Humvee. Hoping they can't aim their RPG's. Cap'n Crunch. Freshman year sustenance. Junior year keg parties. Now Cap'n Crunch l...
Society & Lifestyle > Social Values & Norms Is 40 really the new 30?: 12 of 72

Ladies and Gentlemen, it has been decided by a jury of your peers that 40 is the new 30. These same people have also decided that red is the new black, Peanut butter is the new jelly and Barack Obama is the new JFK. Generation X, the generation officially dubbed the slacker generation (perhaps by the same people who go aroun...
Relationships & Family > Romance & Sexuality Knowing how to speak another language helped me have the most romantic adventure of my life!: 3 of 13

When I first saw her there, holding a sign with my name on it, I thanked God I now spoke Spanish. My parents always spoke to me in Spanish. I always answered them back in English. That was our dynamic. I did not want to speak the language and denied it most of my young life. I was thinking about this as I pulled up to the Sh...
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: High school yearbooks: 1 of 4

The horror began, as I would later recount in terror during years of therapy and soul-searching, on June 16, 1984 in the student parking lot at Southwest Miami Senior High School. I had just graduated from high school, and a fairly large and dangerous group of us seniors were engaging in what would later be remembered in the...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Separation: 1 of 4

It was a good day today. This is not the norm these days for me. After days and days of revelations, accusations and the worse news any man could receive, I got to have a good day today. Of course the "good" part is bittersweet, because I know the uncertainty of tomorrow is already looming-it's already 12:24 am now. In only ...
Travel > Mexico Destinations Guide to seasonal weather in Cancun, Mexico: 4 of 13

Just another day in paradise, huh? Well, the sound of the rain against the window woke me up this morning. Fifteen minutes later, it was back to being sunny, hot and humid. Thirty minutes after that, and a patch of dark storm clouds clouds rolled over. I got a nasty sunburn at the beach later in the afternoon. Welcome to the...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Water: 28 of 64

"Shhh" he said, Youll hear the sounds. Pushed his raft along lazy waters, I closed my eyes to listen to the trees and the rocks. I drifted along Warmed by tropic sun, In and out of caverns and light, Lulled by gentle waves and playful wet whispers. Salted Caribbean kisses And turquoise peristaltic waves Took me away to times...