We unknowingly become archives for one another. Somewhere, someone remembers the YOU before life became complicated, the version of you that existed before you knew how much becoming would cost.
We Think Some People Are Strangers, but Maybe Most People Are Just Mirrors
If we spend our lives curating the pages we think deserve to be seen...who gets to read the chapters that make us who we are?
A reflection on how grief and love continue to exist side by side. Sometimes healing isn't about letting go, but learning to carry both with grace.
Long before I could explain what I was feeling, I was aware of life's passing moments. A reflection on childhood memories, quiet acts of love, and a lifelong fascination with time.
An unexpected stop, a cozy bookstore, and a reminder that not all journeys require a destination.
Some memories aren't stored in the cloud, they lived in our hearts.
From Bushwick stoops to Queens sidewalks, a reflection on the places that will always feel like home.
A reflection on hope, identity, and the lives we imagine for ourselves.
There's a difference between enjoying luxury and needing luxury to feel valuable.
The Advantages of Growing Up with a Colombian Dad and a Honduran Mom
