This week, Babyboo and I lived, not as if we were married but more like ad hoc roommates put together in a dirty, European hostel. It was as if we were like strangers who were suspicious that each would steal from one another but our marriage...

This weekend Babyboo and I ventured into an underground society that made us frightened, enlightened, happy and confused all at the same time. Our friends had won free tickets randomly and invited us to a concert that submerged us into the...

It was a typical Saturday morning: I barely woke up to my alarm, stumbled into the shower and lay fetal position in the bath tub under running water hoping that the fear of drowning would shoot adrenaline into my senses. I should probably be dead...

This week was a blur and I know that sounds like every week for me but that's only because I am a junkie and a part-time wino. I cannot believe that I went out every night this week. I felt like I barely touched my bed and remember occasionally,...

This weekend was the first one back for me at the school tutoring program in Harlem since Maui and the first regular session for the kids. The previous weeks, there had been several neighborhood events at the local park district to which the...