A collection of love letters to my past, present and future selves. To the reader: This piece may not be for everyone but for those..
Ever so often you look at me Furrow your brow and whisper Where did you come from Tell me Where did you come from ..
When I hold my phone all night, I don’t feel like Lorca. I do, however, hear audio messages of your laughter. I think Lorca..
Cuando sostengo mi celular en la mano toda la noche, no me siento como Lorca pero sí oigo audios de tu risa. Creo que..
As I reflect on my parents’ “love story,” I’m reminded of the cyclical feelings when it comes to love. When I recall kissing my girlfriend..
Reflexionar sobre la “historia de amor” de mis padres me recuerda los sentimientos cíclicos del amor. Cuando rememoro besar a mi novia en el coche..
Editor’s note: This piece is fictional. It was written as a chapter to a young adult novel. September 19, 2017 Dear Diary, A definition of teenager..
This article is accompanied by an episode Platica con Pueblo, produced by Richie Requena Journalists and mental health do not always go hand in hand, but..
Soy de cuando las farolas se encienden y es hora de volver a casa, abuelos viendo Caso Cerrado. Soy de llantas en el garage..
I am from streetlights come on and it’s time to go inside, grandparents watching Caso Cerrado, mom’s car here to pick me up. I..