Remembering Monsters

Good morning Monday, why so grey? I had a hard time waking up, the dreams kept coming.

Next week, I will be unveiling my latest blog. It is called Remembering Monsters. As a little boy, Mama says I told stories of monsters; she called them ‘los mostros.’ Unfortunately, I no longer remember the stories of these scary monsters, but I continue to be a storyteller.

As I reflect back, I’d like to think of the people and experience in my life as beautiful monsters; they have inspired and shaped who I’ve been, who I am, and who I’m becoming.

In this blog, I will include my personal photos and the stories behind them. After almost 30 years of attempting to write my stories, I’m excited about this project. May it inspire you to remember and share your own stories. In Kitchen Table Wisdom, Rachel Naomi Remen writes, “Telling stories can be healing. We all have within us access to a greater wisdom, and we may not even know that until we speak out loud.”

The piece here is titled “Monsters.” It is from my series called Evolution; it is in honor of those stories I no longer remember and to the stories I still recall.


In Season 1, Episode 4 from Sex in The City, the girls says,” Sir we’re talking about up the butt, a cigarette is in order…a hole is a hole…I’m not a hole…I’m just saying, with the right guy and the right lubricant…what was that? (As the taxi bumps in the road)... a preview!” After all these years of re-watching the episodes, the honesty between friends always makes me laugh. I only hope that my stories are as genuine and enlightening.

Speak out loud a little truth of who you are. Have a beautiful Monday day!