Underwater or Abroad
I met my niece, who was born while I lived abroad for a few years too long. It took a…
How my Heart Lies: My Buenos Aires Querido
Check out the second picture. Isn’t that the narrowest house you have ever seen? I discovered that many neighborhoods in…
Twenty-Three Years Was Long Enough
When I was a fourteen-year-old nerd with braces and a school uniform one size too large over my skinny ass,…
Back to the World: Aloneness is Not Loneliness
I decided to live exclusively in the present, to live like it was 1999. I didn’t have to be hyperconnected to everything all of the time. I let go of so many things, almost everything.
Untimely
🇪🇸 In Spanish below. I find myself writing about my experiences in India to explain what I experienced in Miami…
Hey, can you talk? I am struggling with something
“Hey, can you talk? I am struggling with something.”“How can I help?”“Sometimes, when we were together, I felt rejected. Was…
You Don’t Know What a Worst Case Lockdown Scenario Looks Like, and Neither Do I: Inside Mumbai’s Largest Slum
Dharavi is one of the largest slums in the world.
A Lump in My Throat
Silence, at this moment, is like a cancer lodging in my throat—and I don’t want that anymore. Silence is not my path. Silence was the sheep in Andalusia. But not the oasis, Fatima, the Pyramids in Egypt—or what is yet to come.
How the Wynwood Coloring Book came to life
He discovered Wynwood and became enamored with the vibrant colors, the culture, and the art. He wanted to know more about the artists, become a part of the community, and give back.