INJUSTICE Thursday, May 28, 2020 in the early evening, I was directed to view live on Facebook a protest in progress.   Reflecting upon the recent incident in Minneapolis, Minnesota, between Minneapolis Police Officers and a civilian that ended in the civilian’s death, the live footage caught my attention.   “What do we want? Justice!   When do we want it? Now!”   I am all for taking a stand against injustice.   I understand the anger, feelings and the emotions expressed by those victimized by discrimination, by racists attitudes and the abuses at the hands of others.   I understand we need to have a voice, to be heard loud and clear, to be respected as individuals and treated as equals.   All of us, no matter our race, gender, creed, or color have the same basic human needs.   We have the same human rights; with the same basis human rights and needs in common with others, to be treated as equals.   I understand that there is a need for...

Freaked Out?   “I Cannot Dance, O LORD, Unless you lead me.” Dancing was one of those activities I learned to do at an early age.   My Dad would drag us to his friends’ parties, to celebrate Birthdays, Christmas Eve, New Year’s Eve, or any other event that would be conducive to having a great party.   Of course, the dances I learned were those common in the mid 60’s to early 70’s; Boleros and Merengues of which I learned to do well.   Being that I grew up in a Puerto Rican culture, this was the only dancing I did at parties.   I used to watch Lawrence Welk with my Mom on Sunday evenings and would be fascinated by the dancing of the audience.   I did not know any of the “American” dancing until my Mom showed me how to do the Waltz, the Twist, the Box Step and Fox Trot.   Mom also showed me how to do some Cha, Cha.   The dances Mom taught me were always done at home; never appropriate for the parties we went to with Dad.   I enjoyed liste...