Emy’s Pedro Pan Story It was a beautiful sunny morning in Santa Fe Beach. The sounds of the waves and the moving water could be
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