The Love of a Mother and Child.

Undeniable. Unbreakable. I love him with everything I have. I would die for him. I live for him. I breathe, smile and cry for him. He gave me strength that I never knew I had. I see god in him. Innocent, loving, perfectly flawed. Everything he does is in love as god did. Is he perfect? No, but he is in my eyes. Amazing human little being who manages to amaze me with the little things he says and does. He loves his mommie and his mommie loves him. Undeniable. Unbreakable. Unconditional. Love.

Me! History, History, History... Get to know me.

Born on the morning of October 8th, 1981 at around 11:45AM or PM. (My mother and grandmother differ on that one) I would agree with my mom since she is the one that pushed me out. :D I don't think you ever forget the date and time you pushed a tiny alien baby out of your pelvic region. That has to stick in your mind somehow. My Father, Robert Rivera-Velez was 21? I think? he was 20 when he had my sister. My mother, Maria Providencia Irizarry-Jimenez was 27. Yep she is a cradle robber! lol Just kidding. According to her my dad lied about his age. I guess she didn't find out how old he really was until she was pregnant with one of us? Will have to ask her for a refresher on that one. I lived in Mayaguez, P.R. until I was four.

Circa 1985, my mother moved all of her kids (Luis, Angie, and moi) to Brooklyn, NY to get away from her abusive relationship she had with my dad. My Brother Tony lived with my grandmother in NY. We lived in my grandmothers 3 story brownstone. My mom lived on the third floor, my aunt on the second floor and my grandmother on the first. When I first moved to New York I did not know English. I had to learn the language very quickly. I went to P.S. 399 with my cousin Hugo. Hugo and I are two months apart. We were very close. He was like the younger brother that I never had. At P.S. 399 we had the same class. I remember forcing him to play house with me or else.... :) Apparently I was a bully in Kindergarten. I was diagnosed as dislexic. I wrote everything backwards. I can still do it till this day, but it takes me longer to write. I had to take special classes and have someone teach me the correct way to write.


My sister and I. Can you believe we came from the same man and woman? I look like the milk mans baby next to my dad.


Very blurry pic of my mom holding me and my sister in the carriage.



My cousin, my sister (in the back) and I. This was around the time that I forced him to play house with me. We did EVERYTHING together. Even get in trouble. ;)


Us now. Circa 2010.

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This is P.S. 399 now renamed to Stanley E. Clarke School: Public School 399


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This is the brownstone I lived in. It is the third house from the left. You can actually see my grandmother on the front steps of the house. This house is supposedly haunted. I'll tell you more about that later.

My Very First Blog

Well this is my official first blog. My intentions with this blog is to talk about my most inner thoughts and feelings. I might offend some, inspire some, or just plain piss people off. ( I was told I was good at the last one) :) Either way this will help me express myself in a way I never thought possible. Hopefully whatever I post you will enjoy!

Peace and Blessings,
~Yessenia