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 →
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 →
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 →
“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 →
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 →
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 →
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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