Wednesday, October 14, 2009

PANIC Comes to the New York Public Library


Hello People,

This is just a friendly reminder to come join a collection of cool, queer writers of color for an afternoon of literary magic at the New York Public Library - Jefferson Market branch. You can get up early Saturday morning, have a divine brunch in the Village with friends and head on over to the library about 2:30pm - Sixth Avenue and 11th Street. It's going to be a really fierce way to spend the afternoon.


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Sunday, October 4, 2009

PANIC! at the New York Public Library - Part 1


If you haven't heard me read, here is a remarkable opportunity in a stimulating setting. Charlie Vázquez is bringing his banging queer reading series PANIC! to the New York Public Library's Jefferson Market branch. Four delicious queer writers of color: Karen Jaime, Brandon Lacy Campos, Charlie Vázquez the host and myself will be there shaking things up in the name of queer lit.

Date:
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Time:
2:30pm - 3:30pm
Location:
Jefferson Market NYPL
Street:
425 6th Avenue at 10th Street
City/Town:
New York, NY

Come join us!!!



Saturday, October 3, 2009

The Little Boy and His Purse

This morning was a beautiful, picture perfect, autumn Saturday. My son and I thought it was a nice idea to take walk. I had to run a couple of errands and we were in search of a 500 piece puzzle for him.

We were in the toy department of one of those lovely capitalistic conglomerates. Kids were running around from aisle to aisle just high from the kiddie crack that lined the shelves. My son was convincing me why he had to have Transformers/Power Rangers/Batman/Thomas the train - some toy of that ilk and not the puzzle we talked about earlier. In the meantime, I'm doing what I like doing, people watching. Son ran to an aisle where a mother and son stood, Mother, kneeling down, talking to her son in calming tone, negotiating a purchase of some Transformer type gadget. The little boy had to be the age of my son, maybe a little older. In the crook of his upward bent arm was the cutest brown little tapestry purse with a wooden handle - a sweet pink flower crocheted on the front of it. I smiled immediately, to myself, and to this Mom - whom seemed just like an average Mother raising her child in the city - not super cool or hip or anything. Just being a loving, accepting Mom. And I thought to myself - for a Mother to let her 5yr old son rock a purse - out in public too - was truly a beautiful thing.