Seventeen. That is when I graduated from high school. I had many choices of where I wanted to go to school, but the university I dreamed of going to rejected me. I ended up choosing a school I had never visited and taking a blind leap.
A couple of weeks after I turned 18, I moved down to Miami to... Read More
“Tey, mire esos hombres con esos sombreros tan chistosos. ... Tey, yo quiero ir ahi.”
“Tey,” I said to my grandmother. “Look at those men... Read More
Like every other night, I sit by my window to finish my homework, but tonight the light of the full moon distracted me. It was a beautiful night, but I... Read More
This is an interesting story about a creative, talented man (my dearest husband of 50 years), Herbert Marks. He had an office on Lincoln Road for 60 years... Read More
I was born in New Castle, Pennsylvania and moved to Ft. Pierce, Florida, in June of 1940. Shortly after we moved to Ft. Pierce the Japanese attacked Hawaii... Read More
Nostalgia. It is what happens to me when I start thinking about where Miami begins and where I end. This remarkable city, a nexus of comings and goings... Read More
South Miami, FL
One sunny, mid-week afternoon, I arrived at home to family cars parked in the front yard. I did not have to dig for the house key in my bookbag. My father... Read More
Let’s set the scene: It’s early 2004, and my mother is taking my younger sister and me to go watch Cats: The Musical at what was then known as Jackie... Read More
I was born in a wood frame building on Miami Beach in 1924.
My parents were Greeks, born in Turkey. My father’s parents raised silkworms that were... Read More
On Sundays when I was little, my dad and I would take the tandem bike and ride from our home in North Miami to the beach. Most of the time, my legs were... Read More