My grief made me cynical about men
comments At five years old, I was the poster girl for innocence and optimism. At the core of my existence were my glittery jellies — chancletas, my cousins and Puerto Rican neighbors in our Bronx housing project would call them — Little Debbie Donut Sticks, complete with sugar palm oil and thiamin mononitrate that I'd eat every morning, and my parents. My parents met each other in 1977 and married in 1980 with the blessing of my mother's dad, who passed away and went on to glory just as she found out she was pregnant with me in 1991. Mommy always says my grandfather and I passed each...