Amorous Aida

Aida Torres is an aspiring author in the inchoate phases or her writing career. A lifelong resident of small town New Jersey, satisfied to explore the world from Metro-Main St. America. Born and raised in Freehold Borough in 1986, the matriarch of a small blended family, consisting of her “amazingly, sexy, smart, funny accountant boyfriend…the numerator to her orator” and the accepted father figure to the other member, her three year old son. Her son being a dark mix of cultures she calls ‘Pangea” bears no resemblance to, but is named after Dorian Gray. Although she says, “her child is not a degenerate opium addicted, sexual deviant” he is proving to be a character worth watching grow up through her stories.
The product of a short lived (narrowly escaped) relationship, ending in violence, PTS and an expensive custody battle, Dorian is all hers and that is her strength. He lends light to some of the heavier topics with his pragmatic nature and inability to be deceived. He had his first opinion at one, was a cheese snob at two and developed an aversion to improbability’s, like Ghosts, by three. Meeting them both has made a profound impact on her outlook, fueling her ambitions and restoring her faith in humanity.
This is her intellectual coming of age and what we see in her is a pursuer of truth and understanding. Her writing is not only from direct experience, but her advice is the product of all manner of psychological research, cultural studies, reluctant self-evaluation and trial and error. Aida’s point of view was molded from the start by the eclectic mix of cultures that upon examination, she concluded, were the reason for the conflict, confusion and disconnect felt by people with similar upbringings. A nomadic history and cross culture marriages are sure to cause an identity crisis’ for anyone. The burden of appealing to more than one set of ideals, decorum, beliefs and ethnocentrisms, plants powerful seeds of curiosity. Aida has an insatiable desire to understand the human condition and a need to reconcile her lack of a specific identity by way of searching for the common threads, woven throughout all of humanity.
Her Taino Indian father moved here from interior Puerto Rico in 1982. His father was a closet homosexual and “brujo”, his angelic mother suffered greatly due to this. Aida’s mother was the result, on her maternal side, of a German Soldiers romance with a French homesteader’s daughter named Ada Perrine. The Perrine’s, fruit farmers from Lyons, France, came over two years after the Mayflower and settled what is now Perrineville, NJ. Aida’s grandfather, whom she calls a “hilarious saint” (and from listening, obviously holds him in her highest esteem) was the final menace, from his indulgent, Scott-Irish father and his spirited Italian wife, known for cooking road kill. What you will get from reading her is her unmistakable, if brash voice and a definite point of view. Aida does not want you to agree with her or her point of view, what she seems to be asking is to drop all preconceived notions and opinions, and explore the world without them, in solidarity with her.