My dad started learning Portuguese at age 65. Today, he watches all his Brazilian TV shows without subtitles.
When my parents pass, I often wonder who’ll take care of the garden.
I once described a clear, blue-hardened sky as glass waiting to shatter.
I took the trolley to Roosevelt Island with my father. We haven’t been back since.
A tableau about fashion and masculinity.
If I remembered were this secret garden was in NY, I’d return until I saw the owner water his plants in his purple outfit.
I met Julia outside Villa Manarola, this 100 year-old building surrounded by mango trees. I brought her a Covid test to see whether we were in the clear for our first date.
Julia is often told she looks like Marion Cotillard.
If life moves in an orderly fashion, then my parents will die before me, even worse is that I love them, and for that I hate them.
In Sunset Park on the same day of the subway shooting that took place one block over on the crowded N train. We didn’t take the subway again for weeks.
Most everyone thinks I’m my mother’s only child, but five babies died before me, including Yima, a stillborn.
Unbeknownst to me, my E-ZPass wasn’t working for months, so I received over $1,000 in fines when I returned to Miami.
My best friend, Dr. Harry, has an ongoing streak of solving Monday NYT crosswords. I think he’s much smarter that.
The ‘O’ is for Loveland, Ohio.
I asked Julia to look at the camera like she loved me. Sometimes she gets it right.
No history of anything contains more than it leaves out.
Ignoring anyone who ever told them not to look straight into the sun.
The fuzzy thing below is called a dead cat. The chickens keep playing with it.
I walked around thinking about Ana Mendieta and how her husband and murderer is still alive.
Sometimes, I’m scared to fly so I take the train.
It’s a special feeling to know that I just want to write and direct movies for the rest of my life.
I was most excited to have her experience the rumbling of the subway train during the movie.
My architect cousin left Cuba for Paris decades ago. I met him today for the very first time after I almost bought a jean jacket at this vintage shop.
The first film I ever shot was a 4 minute MOS on 16mm for the powerhouse writer/director, Laurel Parmet. The story was set at a Brooklyn park, about a young girl’s first sexual experience.
My grandmother loves soap operas with happy endings.
Gen Alpha.
I was asked to help record ambient sounds on the starry night. I hiked far out into the countryside and fell asleep to sounds of nature.
My grandmother always wanted to play the flute, but her father didn’t let her because it was too phallic looking.
Sometimes she deserves the entire bed.
The man had such dexterity I wondered whether he could also play a musical instrument.
I’m writing this from the future, and I can say with certainty that all the work pays off.
The young man who lived here broke into my childhood home two houses over. He was a drug addict and needed money.
Bryan never remembers his dreams, but he rarely sleeps.
As a kid, sometimes my parents would splurge and take me to dinner at the Red Lobster.
Lilí can bring any radio back to life. Once she does, she’ll search for any station playing Juan Luis Guerra.