I’m not a smart man…but I know what love is. 

I am also an immigrant who came to this country believing in the freedoms it promised and the opportunities my parents sought. I met the best person I’ll ever know and together we are raising a family. My story is peculiar to me but average in the great-scheme-of-things and I’m okay with that.

There have been so many good men and women who have sought the same freedoms but where institutionally denied by a system clinging to old fashioned ideas. Then this week I woke up to wonderful news and I now say that I’m glad that a whole bunch of my country men and women will rejoice in enjoying the same right I had to build a life without a legal fear. 

On the morning of June 26, 2015 I woke up to a country that once again continues it’s path towards becoming a more perfect union. ?#?USA? #USA

The Frill of Air Conditioning

My mother believed that cool air in the car is a luxury to be used sparingly even on hot East LA summer days. So wind swept hair that my kids consider a novelty is for me a reminder of sweaty backs, fried nerves and too little back seat space during scalding afternoon drives in our brown Izusu I-Mark.

Pomp and Circumstance

My kids are not graduating today and yet as I hear the Pomp & Circumstance playing at their campus for those who are I can’t help but feel a little sad. It’s bittersweet to think that there’ll be a flock of good kids I’ve met moving on to higher grades. Along with them parents who have become friends move with them. I’m sure we’ll KIT somehow. Have a great summer everyone!

Spots of Tears

While at my sales meeting I looked down at my black shirt and noticed a couple of spots. I then remembered hugging my daughter at drop off earlier in the morning while she cried. I had to do some parenting and since I couldn’t have her leave with tears we shared an embrace. The two salty spots reminded me of that moment…the one she’s surely long forgotten about by now.