Showing posts with label new york. Show all posts
Showing posts with label new york. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

a winter day


it wasn't my typical holiday this past december. i spent a lot of time in new york with my sister and her family and it was such a refreshing time for me. it was really cold and special. every morning i would wake up and look out the window, touch that chilly glass and just look out to the busy streets of the bronx. people bundled up would pass by seemingly comfortable with their city and their weather. 

with this scene as a background, i would grab my book - which at the time was The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao - and a nice cup of coffee. A perfect compliment to my time in the bronx. [If you are interested in dominican history and dominicans in new york, this would be a good book for you. ]

being dominican myself, i felt so wrapped up in a bubble of my culture that i hadn't sensed in awhile. this little hole in new york, this little corner where my sister lives is full of dominicans and the culture, the food, the hair parlors, the smells and the coffee. oh the coffee. 

you see dominican people are special. our homes are decorated differently. our food is seasoned differently and for the women, it's all about the hair. and we work real hard at it. i mean caribbean girls have extremely curly hair or extremely nappy hair or nice easy-care waves. nonetheless, the norm is mostly the tight kinky curls - sample picture above - which needs a lot of work to straighten out. unlike most of the dominican women in my life and the majority of the dominican women in the island, i happily style my natural hair. you see, curly hair is not typically the accepted style. mostly women spend hours and tons of money at hair salons to get rid of curls, while i spent tons of hours and money trying to maintain my curls. i've come accross comments from the family pleading with me to get a perm to straighten it out. 

ugh, being there done that and it doesn't fit me. you see my hair is a special part of me.

to my surprise i saw plenty of girls with their natural hair in new york. even in the cold. which i thought would be difficult to maneuver, but actually it made my hair perfect. i live in a humid sunshine state where the curls usually don't feel very welcomed. but new york and it's cold, freakishly cold weather, loved it. all this surely made me feel at home. a home away from home.

i enjoyed the time with family and family that are more like an extended family, because you'll notice that everyone is your cousin when you are domincan, or hispanic period. 

it was just what i needed to end a tough year. i needed a sense of home, a sense of assurance, of warmth in a cup and those crazy hugs from a 4 year old who loves her auntie. i needed this time away to recover and uncover more truth about me and my identity. i also needed the days of just nothing but warm woolly socks, continuous coffee and continuous reading. i was completely disconnected - i accidentally left my iphone back home and being without it for about 4 days was the most liberating of experiences. 

and then there was snow. it was actually very little those days i was there, but one day it decided to rain and then some snow and i just had to go outside and enjoy. it was freezing for me. but it was beautiful. and i loved it so. it's truly the little things that count. 

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

highlights from a week of travel

fun in the nation's capital


                 

thanksgiving -  new york 

what happens after you overstuff on turkey. walk around in pj's

sunrise in ithaca, new york @ 5:30 am


ready for some times square


   

loving auntie duty

i had such a sweet time traveling
i was able to enjoy family and friends
i felt blessed
and very grateful

Sunday, November 27, 2011

The little window...

 
on the fourth flour of this building in a corner of new york city is a little chair with a little window in a small kitchen. the little chair is always occupied as we sit and watch people pass by.

and this little window holds dear more laughs, tears and stories of long ago than any other place in this home. it's tradition to sit here and talk, drink coffee, laugh and rejoice.

when i visit, i enjoy sitting in this chair while the aroma of my sister's cooking engrosses me and her children caress me and my mother spoils me. all while i sit and look out and ponder about the souls that I see from above, bundled together, trying to hold their own warmth in the cold. others just stand around and laugh, do things i rather not watch, blast music in their cars and seem to have a good time. or what they may deem as a good time. such is new york. loud, mad, gloomy, cold and full of people's good or bad. this little corner that i can spy from above has seen it all, or at least i am told.

and yet, with all it's good or all it's bad people young and old, continue to walk and pass by... seeming like they are conformed to this as all they have and maybe even hopeful for the future to surprise them with  more than this life. it almost breaks my heart to see this happening here. no hope, no money, drugs and alcohol... people are just wasting away in this little corner. i wonder if anyone cares enough...

the church across the street embraces this place, feeds, prays and cares for them all... they believe in what may come.

seeing the good in the midst of what may be the worse, gives me hope. all is not evil in the world and there are people who care and who love. that is what makes this little corner, from this little kitchen whole.

today i'm headed south for home [for some reason this post is late so, i'm already home.] i will miss the little window, this little kitchen and all the people on the inside and the outside of the glass. im not sure i'll miss this part of new york or the way it takes its told on the people that occupy it.   

Friday, July 29, 2011

bundle of joy in the big apple

last night i arrived in new york. to the embrace of my family.
my nephew and nieces, they are the sweetest.
their love in the forms of hugs, jokes and even mean-ish remarks 
make me feel like the crazy flying experience all the way here, was all worth it.
family's embrace is truly a bundle of joy
nothing short of miraculous
to suddenly feel a mother's warmth
a sister's spoiling
her huge meal to welcome me over
she doesnt take no for an answer, even when i cant anymore
laughing at her jokes and stories of old 
and even the wild things she sees in the streets of new york 
from her little kitchen window

we sit together, for long hours
doing our nails (well she doing mine really)
her little one embracing me and although i just arrived, 
begging me not to leave
how could i?
her sweet smile and kisses
i'm all hers.


my weekend here, just begun and i cant wait for more of this 
for good meals made with sisterly love
for more hugs
and for good ol'spoiling 
 
ps: she got my hair genes. so excited for her :)