Mar 44 minNarrative WritingThe House Where Home Is Held13200 Old Cutler Road. On paper, these jumbled scribbles are no more than the formulation of a jotted address on an empty page that leads...
Mar 45 minNarrative WritingRecords on Living Room WallsAs my grandmother left her home of Cuba behind with only a porcelain doll and small duffel bag of clothes to remember it by, not much was...
Mar 42 minPoetryA Sister Once MoreAll of my life I have been bred for sisterhood The oldest of four, it flows through my veins And rests in my throat And levels my head...
Feb 215 minGraduations, March 15, and My Second-Ever Flight to BostonI’ve never had the best memory. Though I can’t recall the color of my first bicycle or where I was on my 13th birthday, certain memories...
May 1, 20239 minCoffee Cups and the Hands Who Hold ThemNo matter how old I get, I am convinced I will never forget the smell of coffee wavering through my grandmother’s house. Somehow, no...
Apr 26, 20232 minPoetryTonight Felt Like PoetryTonight felt like poetry, so I’m going to write it. They say every castle holds a fairy tale And I think tonight, I have found mine in...
Apr 25, 20233 minNarrative WritingThe Outside Looking In: A Glimpse into my Bedroom WindowThrough the bedroom windows of her shoebox apartment on North Bennet Street, a young girl can be seen pinning up a picture that has...
Apr 25, 20234 minNarrative WritingMemories that Guide me HomeWhen I first began searching for an apartment, I had two non-negotiable requests: a room with a sunny window, and a location that was...
Apr 25, 20238 minNarrative WritingFrom the First WordMy mom always says that, as a baby, I never did anything until I decided it was time to do it. I army crawled around the house until I...