Little Bruce and my husband, Big Bruce

Thanksgiving in our temperary apartment in Voorhees, NJ waiting to move to Florida
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Bruce and niece Jerica

Thanksgiving in our Voorhees, NJ apartment waiting to move to Florida
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My Brother and Family

4 year old Bruce playing the drume at his older brother, David's Bar Mitzvah
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Gods Pool

The ocean is fascinating, its light colors for the eyes to see, yet, a deep, dark bottom rests right below the beauty.
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Once Upon A Bad Hombre by Gabriel Hugo

​Description: Mysterious ash keeps falling across the U.S. and Mexico as immigrants continue to disappear without a trace. Could the conspiracy theory of a secret government plot to eradicate all Mexicans off the face of the Earth be true? To find the answer to a potentially looming Mexican Apocalypse, a show host resorts to interviewing a man of unknown background who's been briefly spotted like a mythical creature shooting TV sets in public spaces from Texas to Mexico City. Visit
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Chapter 18, “The Right To The Truth”

❝Life Expectancy❞

Illustrations' composition, inspired by Chapter Eighteen (18). Book's title: “The Right To The Truth

For families & friends of patients with cancer

Book's webpage:

—Life expectancy for one single patient's case CAN'T and SHOULDN'T be attempted to be predicted.

—Statistical numerical values based on Populations (or Groups) of many patients can't be misused for any given One (1) patient's singularity.

#cancer #lifeexpectancy #survival #actuarialsurvival #meansurvival #averagesurvival #survivalprobability #statistical #wrongprediction #predictionerror #patientsRights #abuse #exploitation #cancerAwareness #CancerDiagnosis #disclosure #info #information #informing #howtobreakbadnews #icpapgr #papachristos #RightToTheTruth #book #paperback #kindle #corruption #staging #stage #documentation #treatmen #greenisforhope #hope #truth #notlying
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In my Room long ago
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see

I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me

The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me

My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep

Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?

I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door

In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone

My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
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