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La Brega

January 2, 2022January 3, 20224 Comments

A word with many sides. A glimpse into the Puerto Rican struggle.

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The Queen of Breaks

October 11, 2021October 11, 2021Leave a comment

Space to breathe.

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Permission to be Tender

July 7, 2021Leave a comment

A woman's privilege of surrender.

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Summertime

June 27, 20212 Comments

My hammock smells like an old musty sail. Everything is thick and sticky this time of day, this time of year, as clouds churn and work themselves into sweaty storms. As humans push against the heavy heat to "get it all done" before the sky dumps. Thunder rolls and lets us know how close we … Continue reading Summertime

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I Finally “Get” Sunsets

April 22, 2021April 22, 2021Leave a comment

Cuz I guess they're kinda cool.

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One Year Here…And Counting

January 1, 2021Leave a comment

A traveler folds her wings.

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Purging Poison

December 19, 2020December 19, 20202 Comments

A short story from the sea, about repenting, reflecting, and allowing for angels.

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The Great Turkey Hunt

November 28, 2020December 4, 2020Leave a comment

A Thanksgiving love story.

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Commitment Creeps In

November 12, 2020November 13, 20202 Comments

Change chooses you, and all you have to do is let it happen.

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The Radical Center

October 30, 2020October 29, 20202 Comments

Conversing with a conservative.

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