Sunday, March 29, 2009


I'm not sure what pisses me off more about this letter.
The fact that I was 39 when I got it, or the fact that I got it at all. Maybe she just sincerely forgot that I worked as a lifeguard throughout high school and college. At least, that's what I like to tell myself.

If you go to the beach, make sure you go where there is a Lifeguard near. It's much safer if you're going in the water.

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Sunday, March 22, 2009

Nan Saw The Letter!

At least once in my life, someone has told me something about themselves that I feel they’re trying to convince me of believing rather than simply having a normal conversation. Has that happened to you? For me, it’s like hearing the phrase, "I swear I'm telling the truth!" after every word they say. That's how I ALWAYS feel when it comes to my mother. And now, I honestly doubt the validity of everything she tells me.
Take the information sent to me in this letter. 100%? In the whole city? In history? Besides, Nan is 91 years old! She can hardly see anything...

NYCERS=New York City Employee's Retirement System

Just want you to know, if anything happens to me, this is the place you call as you are listed as my beneficiary in the event of my demise and you continue to collect $200 a month.
Did you know I was the only one in the history of New York City that ever placed 100% on the civil service exam for social workers? I have the letter they sent me to that effect!
Nan saw the letter!

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Sunday, March 15, 2009

Self-Addressed Envelope

About 10pm tonight, I reached into the pile, and opened this as-of-that-moment, unopened letter for the very first time. And since noone is awake to help me understand it, I think I just better go to bed.

Please send me address and phone number where you'll be staying in New York. Self-addressed envelope enclosed. ( I won't use it. Just like to have it).
Also, let me know where and what time I'm to meet you. It doesn't matter as I can take off work anytime. But, I need to know a couple of days before. And I have no way to contact you so send me address where you'll be staying so I can feel grounded.

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Sunday, March 8, 2009

Read This

Right after 9/11, I was scheduled to take a trip from Los Angeles to Boston to attend my best friend's wedding. I had never been a fan of flying and like many people after that day, I became much more paranoid.

Luckily, my mother sent me this New York Post clipping to help calm my nerves.

Read This-
Do you still want to go to Boston?

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