Love in time of Kindergarten

In 1984 I spent one year behind bars of a Kindergarten. To say that I hated it is an understatement. I was marginalized as one of the ‘republic’ kids and my teacher plainly hated me and made us take naps every day. I don’t mean like curled up on a mat with a pillow underContinue reading “Love in time of Kindergarten”

First love…

Sitting on a bench somewhere on Upper East Side, my friends and I found ourselves talking about first love. How amazing it is that most of us can’t remember what we did a week ago, but no one can forget their first love. Unfortunately my first love was the kind I too won’t be able toContinue reading “First love…”