What does it mean for something to be mine and not yours? what "right" do I have to a space, a land, a boundary? Maybe I'm the "good" immigrant to them. The Ivy degree, no criminal record, "good addition" to this country checkboxes. I think about the first time someone told me that I should… Continue reading Living My Own Narratives
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Reflections on Commencement upon 5 years of Journeying and Writing
For Trayvon - I think I always start with you because your murder was the first time I had the responsibility of looking into the eyes of a younger generation, and try to find the words to make sense of the senseless. There were never the right words, the proper lesson to do that work, so… Continue reading Reflections on Commencement upon 5 years of Journeying and Writing
The Gifts of My Mother –Reflections on Mother’s Day
''How simple a thing it seems to me that to know ourselves as we are, we must know our mothers' names.'' -Alice Walker Whenever people ask me why I want to be a writer, I always begin at my mother, who is a writer. I would feel… Continue reading The Gifts of My Mother –Reflections on Mother’s Day
On Leaving (Again) and Thoughts that Have No Words
"During the time between ending one project and beginning another, I always have a crisis of meaning." - bell hooks There are instances. Instances when I will stand still outside amongst the bustle of life and close my eyes and imagine that I am as alone as I sometimes feel. There is a deep well… Continue reading On Leaving (Again) and Thoughts that Have No Words
“And what shall we do, we who did not die?”
"And what shall we do, we who did not die? What shall we do now? How shall we grieve, and cry out loud, and face down despair? Is there an honorable, non-violent means towards mourning and remembering who and what we loved?" -June Jordan I will always remember when I was talking to a friend… Continue reading “And what shall we do, we who did not die?”
It’s Home, Even if It Is a Bit Messy
Last night I turned on to an all too familiar street and felt the usual bubble of laughter rise up in my throat as I glanced at the cross streets of my apartment: Bruce and Wayne. One can't help but love living at the corner of the Dark Knight himself. It's just one of the… Continue reading It’s Home, Even if It Is a Bit Messy
A Farewell to Home and Vacation
This morning I packed my bags and marveled at how I had come home with half a carry on bag full of clothes and was leaving with a huge checked suitcase and a very full carry on bag. I said goodbye to the snow and hugged my family goodbye, and hopped on board a plane… Continue reading A Farewell to Home and Vacation
Once Upon a Time in a Treehouse
There's nothing like being trapped in a mini blizzard to get your mind reflecting on all kinds of subject. One such subject that has been on my mind recently started when I moved to Miami. I have gotten used to the question of where I went to school, but I never realized that I was… Continue reading Once Upon a Time in a Treehouse
‘Tis the Season
Christmas snow can never disappear completely. It sometimes goes away for almost a year at a time and takes the form of spring and summer rain. But you can bet your boots that when a good, jolly December wind kisses it, it will turn into Christmas snow all over again. -- Santa Claus in Frosty the… Continue reading ‘Tis the Season
When a Piece Reads You
It has now officially been over a year since I graduated. May 26, 2011 seems like a lifetime ago on some days, and on other days I can remember distinctly the way the sun felt on me as I posed for millions of photos as if it were yesterday. For the majority of the past year… Continue reading When a Piece Reads You
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