Here’s to turning twenty-five. Today’s my 25th birthday. It’s been a whirlwind of couple of years, to say the least. I know many arguably feel the same way and probably didn’t think they would make it to where they are. I can’t say whether or not I’m in that pack…

Thank you for your kind words, Omy! Agradezco mucho tus palabras and for reaching out! Por el momento no estoy escribiendo ya que estoy trabajando dos empleos, pero espero poder empezar a escribir de nuevo en 2022. In the meantime, I do recommend contacting Ora Battle, their stories are incredible and I think would be a great addition to your publication!

Disclaimer: though I personally prefer the term BIPOC to refer to myself and others, in order to avoid confusion, I’ll be using the terms people of color, character of color, and so on to refer to all minorities. Additionally, this article will contain spoilers for the series and its latest…

As well as finally coming to terms with the fact that being alone isn’t the end of the world. — The year I graduated college was, in exaggerated terms, the best and worst year of my life. I say exaggerated because 1) nothing remotely, devastatingly world-ending happened in my life during that year and 2) I still, God willing, have a long life ahead of me where I’ll most likely…

What is a homeland? What makes a place a homeland? Is it the food? Is it the language? Is it the culture? Is it the ancestral blood spilled by those vultures? Is it the tears shed because of our generational trauma? Or is it the fear as I cry out…