Nuevas. Tradiciones.

When I was in my early twenties, I went through my mom’s record collection and discovered the album “Hey” by Julio Iglesias. It was the soundtrack of a time in my life when I was considering whether or not I wanted to stay in a relationship or not. I would listen to it on my... Continue Reading →

Para. Los. Padres.

I was four years old when my parents split up. I don’t remember crying about it or being terribly sad, but I do remember that life changed a little bit and I would only see my dad every once in a while. Over the course of the next few years, I had a recurring dream... Continue Reading →

DON’T. FEAR. THE. VENOM.

The first time I was stung by a bee was probably seventeen years ago in a corridor of my high school. How the bee got inside, I’ll never know. I was chatting it up with a friend, laughing and carrying on, when I felt something land in my hair. I very casually reached for it... Continue Reading →

THE. SUN. WILL. RISE. AGAIN.

My Papuchi promoted deep suffering on Good Friday. He was a devout Catholic, and as such, was super into the guilt and sacrifice movement. It was hard to feel guilty and sad on Good Fridays, though, because my cousins would come into town for Easter which would, honestly, make for an incredible time. Simpler times,... Continue Reading →

Love. Or a call for love.

Listen, I don’t like apologizing either. Even as a chronic user of the word “sorry,” I don’t like getting called out. It’s a big blow to my ego when something goes awry because of what I said or did. It’s an internal struggle to remain focused on a resolution instead of competition. Once I muster... Continue Reading →

Quality. Not Quantity.

Scroll to the bottom for a vlog version of this post. Growing up as an only child, I struggled with being alone. I didn’t know this at the time, but I longed for someone who understood me and my life experience. I could never grasp why the people around me with siblings didn’t get along... Continue Reading →

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