I wrote this article way back when I was in high school (circa 1993-ish) about my then (and now) best friend, Diana Torralvo.
Even though it was written through the eyes of Teen Me, which, let’s face it, wasn’t all that different than Adult Me and it’s been over 2 decades, my feelings still hold true.
We’ve been through so much together–from the most beautiful life celebrations to our worst tragedies. We’ve been there for each other through thick and thin and some major highs and lows. You’ve survived being my roommate and my maid of honor. Hey, I survived those too! You always make me laugh (not always on purpose) and more often than not you make me see the brighter side of every situation. You give me hope when my supply is running low. I try to do the same for you. No matter where we are or what either of us is going through, we always know the other is just a phone call away.
Happy birthday, DiTo Mosquito. I love you. xoxoxoxox
Happy Pi day!
Last night, Jason took a wrong turn but it ended up so right.
Since he was already way out of his way, he decided to stop at a place he spotted called Lucky Boy Restaurant in Lawrence, New York and pick up dinner. We’d never been there before, but for whatever reason, he decided to check it out. It’s a small, out of the way, hole in the wall type place, the ones that are almost always good. Greek food, family owned. He made a few standard selections for us to split: salad, hummus, pita, dolmades (my fave!) and a stuffed eggplant dish that LUCKILY never made it into the bag.
Call it fate or kismet or simple good luck, but as he turned to leave, just before opening the door, he spotted the most beautiful, decadent, fresh, homemade coconut custard pie sitting all alone and uncut on the counter…
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Writing to me took courage
As words often tend to do
And though I’ve replied a thousand times
I still can’t be quite as brave as you.
I smile because
In my dreams we are happy
And that’s a nice start