Tre Miller Rodriguez's Blog, page 60
August 21, 2015
Chasing sunbeams + sea creatures in the playland of the Far...
Chasing sunbeams + sea creatures in the playland of the Far Rockaways.
August 14, 2015
Lifting glasses of Sambuca + birthday memories with my second...
Lifting glasses of Sambuca + birthday memories with my second family: Alberto’s.
apricotica:Heart-shaped things–in this case a goddamn delectable...
Heart-shaped things–in this case a goddamn delectable plum–will forever make me think of whiteelephantintheroom. Love you, Tré!
This is just to say…
Thank you,
My fruit-bearing friend.
apricotica:
Heart-shaped things–in this case a goddamn...
Heart-shaped things–in this case a goddamn delectable plum–will forever make me think of whiteelephantintheroom. Love you, Tré!
This is just to say…
Thank you,
my fruit-bearing friend.
August 13, 2015
That thing when the remote-controlled lamp in your living room...
That thing when the remote-controlled lamp in your living room turns on at noon by itself…the day before your late husband’s birthday. It’s been a year since this happened, and a lot has happened in your life since. You’ve been wondering if the happiness you’ve found in your personal life would alter the frequency of supernatural things. You’re surprised at the depth of your relief when the answer appears to be…no.
August 6, 2015
Rock-Shaped Heart (High Bridge Park, Bronx)
Rock-Shaped Heart (High Bridge Park, Bronx)
Rock-Shaped Heart (Bronx, NYC) (at High Bridge Park, Bronx)
Rock-Shaped Heart (Bronx, NYC) (at High Bridge Park, Bronx)
August 3, 2015
Bike journey to newly opened High Bridge over Harlem River...
Bike journey to newly opened High Bridge over Harlem River involved 3 steep, dead-end paths. When we finally reached it, we were rewarded with free coconut ices, Inca Cola & priceless views.
July 31, 2015
Introducing...Mr. Present
Updated my relationship status from “Widowed” for the first time in five years, and dizzy Millennial gesture though it may be, it feels right as rain.
Feels like a public announcement of a private realization that’s been building for more than a few months.
Mr. Present is my age and got divorced around the same time I got widowed. Like me, he had a messy ensuing few years, but eventually found his way toward a 2.0 version of himself.
We kept it light in winter and spring, but somewhere around Memorial Day, we felt comfortable regularly sending good-morning-gorgeous and my-plane-landed-safely texts. A toothbrush for me appeared at his; one for him at mine.
The pace has felt neither forced nor rushed, and only recently have we started intro-ing one other to our social circles. We encountered each other on Laurie’s 21st birthday in NYC, so he’s already met the daughter whose presence has transformed me in a thousand unlikely ways. Because he has three daughters of his own in California, he respects and appreciates the place she holds in my life.
No race to plot out where we’re headed: just the mutual joy of finding ourselves with matching luggage on a journey that neither of us planned.
Stay tuned, lovers.
July 22, 2015
Sunset Soirée on the Hudson with Gotham Magazine + whiskey...
Sunset Soirée on the Hudson with Gotham Magazine + whiskey milkshakes may be what winning on Wednesday tastes like.
