Author Archives: Rosa Isabel Chavez

January 4, 2009 at 8:18 PM For my indecision.. to settle my mind For my upset stomach? Of course.. a headache? Certainly.. For the lingering pain on my lower back? .. I found some caplets for my acidity that can take care of that.. But what about my racing thoughts? Something for my constant needContinue reading “But there isn’t a pill for that..”

April 25, 2009 at 7:21 PM Me fuí, lejos, bien lejos, pero descubrí que no hay distancia quando hay amor I left, far, very far, but I discovered that there is no distance when there is love Mi sono andata, lontano, molto lontano, ma ho scoperto che non ce distanza quando ce amore Un añoContinue reading “Cinco Años… Five Years… Cinque Anni…”

The first decades of my life made me believe that you can do it all on your own.. Every obstacle life throws at you can be overcome and all you need is the true desire to want to be better off than your predecessors.. ‘wanna get outta the ‘hood? do it, only person stopping youContinue reading “It does take everyone”

thinking that other ways of ‘getting to know’ people would be different… Or rather that the reason why some people use these methods were different.. but they aren’t.. Stupid me Man will always be man, doesn’t matter what century or millennium or level of technology.. if you go by donkey or on Eurostar.. the natureContinue reading “I made a mistake…”

I was born December 1974 in Washington Heights, New York City, back when the Children’s hospital of Columbia Presbyterian was known as Sloane Hospital for Women. My mother and her family came from Dominican Republic while my father came from Ecuador; they were high school sweethearts at Brandeis, and only one year after graduation IContinue reading “Quién soy”

December 26, 2008 at 6:35 PM pensare che alcuni mezzi di ‘conoscere’ gente fosse diverso… ovvero le ragioni d’il perche alcuni usano questi mezzi erano diversi.. ma non lo sono.. ingenua io il uomo sara’ sempre uomo, non importa che secolo o che millenio o il livello di tecnologia.. se si va in asino opureContinue reading “Ho sbagliato..”

The first time I learned about tragedy was in my high school English Lit class when I was 16 and the book that introduced me to that term was ‘Death of a Salesman’ by Arthur Miller. Old Willy Loman believing he was worth more dead than alive to save his family is the beautiful pseudoContinue reading “Tragedy”