Staircase to Sisterhood

Fall 1995 My hands were sweating and I felt the urge to bite my nails again when I exited the apartment door into the unfamiliar hallway and started walking down the stairs to the apartment below. My father guided me down the stairs even though I didn’t need him to. The stairs in my new... Continue Reading →

Dear Teacher, Take Care of Yourself

This is a letter for the teacher who has been playing teacher since their youth and dreaming of their own classroom one day. The teacher who thrives on the smell of freshly-sharpened pencils and feels giddy creating a supply list for their incoming students. If you are already planning and preparing for the warm and... Continue Reading →

Compassion too much to ask for?

When I was five years old, my father who I barely knew at the time told my maternal grandparents that he was taking me to Quito for the weekend. I did not see them again until thirteen years later, at the age of eighteen. During an ugly custody battle, my father felt that his only... Continue Reading →

Improving the Coming Out Experience

“What? “I had no idea” “Okay.” “Oh.” “WHAT!?” “That’s weird” “I love you no matter what.” “Oh my god" “I am happy if you’re happy” “But you had a boyfriend” “I just want you to be safe” “Wow.”   Silence. Tears. Blank stare. These are some of the initial reactions I’ve gotten when coming out... Continue Reading →

Two Guiding Quotes

A few months ago, I picked up a small book by Thic Nhat Hanh titled How to Love. I can’t remember where I bought it or who I was with. All I remember is my vision tunneling onto the book without explanation. I picked it up and bought it for $10. In the moment, I... Continue Reading →

31 Days without Alcohol

I committed to drinking my last alcoholic beverage for the month over a glass of Cabernet on January 1st 2018. I was sitting in my friend Liz’s living room when I began to entertain the idea of participating in Dry January. I had been in New York City for over a week and by that... Continue Reading →

Reclaiming “I am a writer”

When I was 16 years old, I told my father that I wanted to be a journalist. His joy around the news resembled what I imagine a struggling actor who lives in their car experiences when they get their first big break. Pure happiness. Pure pride. Pure excitement. I could be engaging in my everyday... Continue Reading →

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