Yvonne C. Lozano

I remember when fine dining meant a cheeseburger & a fry guy. We rarely ate out, but when it was time for a Happy Meal it was like the world stopped for just a moment. The smells, the tastes, sights, the toy surprise, the playground… it’s still so vivid in my memory to this day. ...

Art has been an ever evolving and never ending learning process in my life. My earliest memories of creating started with the basics: crayons, Play-Doh, pencils, finger paints, anything and everything I could get my hands on. I can’t tell yo

As children, we have a tendency to push the limits of our pets: with excessive kisses & hugs, unlimited ear & tail pulls and unnecessary attempts at pony rides on the dog, just to name a few. My sister and I were no different. ...

I have very fond memories of my dad. He was a calm, mild mannered man with a wonderful sense of humor. I looked forward to the few times he was able to be a part of our lives, especially when we would go swimming at a public pool, lake,river, or ocean. ...

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I was born with poor vision: severe astigmatism and severe nearsightedness. At the age of 4, I was told I had to wear glasses. I was fairly defiant and didn’t wear them like I should of, but at ...

Everybody knows that New Orleans is known for it’s yummy food. I will admit that my love for Cajun did not fully develop till we moved to Florida. My fondest memories of New Orleans’ foods were the beignets and the Sno-Balls. ...

Ah yes, the box. I don’t know how or where we got a hold of these massive boxes, but on occasion we did and it would be the best adventure ever! It usually involved me, my sister, the dog, and a few neighborhood kids. ...

In kindergarden, we had cubby holes where we would put our school supplies. One morning, while emptying out my book bag, I realized I had forgotten my crayon box. I got a huge sinking feeling in my stomach. ...

I was growing like a wild weed at a very early age. Along with my height, my feet also kept on growing. I had a favorite pair of green tennis shoes that I kept out growing. I loved those shoes. It was a very sad day in my life when the shoe store no longer carried my size…