DADDY TOOT

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Today is my 71st birthday. Yes, yes, thank you for your greetings but let’s face it  — I am old.

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I look out at small twinkling lights.

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The thing about parents is we never forget them, whether we knew them or not.

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When I was young, I was quite a dancer. First my granduncle, whom I used to call my Daddy Toot, taught me the paso doble.
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Happily alone

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | August 7, 2015 - 10:00am

Today is my 71st birthday. Yes, yes, thank you for your greetings but let’s face it  — I am old.

Modern Living

Parental relationships

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | January 24, 2015 - 12:00am

I look out at small twinkling lights.

Modern Living

My father’s day

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | May 24, 2014 - 12:00am

The thing about parents is we never forget them, whether we knew them or not.

Modern Living

Shall we dance?

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | June 27, 2009 - 12:00am

When I was young, I was quite a dancer. First my granduncle, whom I used to call my Daddy Toot, taught me the paso doble.

Modern Living

Remembering childhood

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | April 25, 2009 - 12:00am

It is a gray day. Rain falls steadily. A cool pleasant breeze blows, stroking and soothing my cheeks.

Modern Living