From October, 2015

Dad and His Boy

Hammocks gently swing in the breeze. Its quiet around here today. Well, sort of. Dad and his boy on are working on a broken down scooter. It’s been their project for a few days now. All day, we hear the tinkling of tools. We smell the fumes of the exhaust and we see the smiles of the 14 year old boy. Happy. His dad loves him. His dad pastors so many. He’s respected and revered by children at his centers and honored by people around him. Yet, the smile of his boy keeps him tinkering with that moped. “This is…

This airplane hangs on my huge wrap around porch. It hangs there as a symbol. I remember rummaging through Ross, my discount department store of choice, for decorations that would fit my family. Things that represented us. Our uniqueness. Our individuality. The Dominguez clan. A tribe of various voices with one heart. A love expressed in ten different ways, yet love all the same. A HOPE that glistens and shines even through adversity. That’s us. That airplane is us. A simple relic of vision that takes flight. A dream that risks rain and wind to get to its destination. A faith…