Port of Havana July 4, 1961 We arrived at the Port of Havana sometime before 11 a.m. The ferry boat, the J.R. Parrot, was scheduled
For months I had been begging my parents for permission to bring home a rabbit that my neighbors had offered me. I had stopped attending
I was eight years old when my parents decided that we would be safer in Miami, even though they had no clear idea what actually
It is not generally known that after Fidel Castro assumed command in Cuba there was a vast antirevolutionary movement actively working to topple the government.
Looking out the dining room window I catch a glimpse of Piti’s house. Our friendship thrives to this day and to our amusement and despair
For the next few days I will be sharing this with you. It was written a few years ago when I had not yet considered