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When Pens Collide: Be Messy, Complicated & Afraid
I was in the midst of planning my chapter’s 10th anniversary celebration at my alma mater and the anxiety and stress that comes with putting together a banquet on a $0 budget garnered a high level of...
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11 Years: My Journey of Life Lessons Rooted In Love
I could tell you about how Sears and a slice from a pizza spot in Yonkers brought us together in 2004. He always said that he secretly knew food was the way to my heart. I could tell you about how on...
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Possessions: The Pilgrimage to Puerto Rico
Possessions /pəˈzeSHəns/ The aches of the past. A thirst for peace. You could have everything. But when there is a collision–a divine entanglement of the two–you will see that you are merely nothing....
View ArticlePossessions | Part I: The Arrival
The arrival meant the start of something new. I unfastened my seatbelt before the light signified it was okay to remove it from around my waist and he grabbed my shoulder from the row behind as if to...
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A Letter to My Daughter
A letter to my daughter. For you, Baby K… Childhood On their first go ‘round or their fourth, a lot of parents ask for healthy babies and only that. Others can specifically name what it is they wish...
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separation and confirmations
“you don’t need me.“ It got quiet after that. If you had denied the reality that there was a disconnect, you should have known from then. Having gone to two visits for vaccinations prior, she...
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a letter to my daughter on her first birthday
letter 2 of 19. to the little girl who has the power to transform energy when she rests her head on your chest; the one that kicks and screams when she can’t get her way—a hunger to go all out for her...
View Articlethe 115th uber ride
the monotony of life after work—typing in locations on apps and confirming destinations with the press of a thumb. every night, the routine was the same; the route, no different. to hide in the...
View Articlethe fear in staying and the faith in letting go
i have lived in new york for 11,479 days. a concrete jungle where dreams are made of + deferred. a place where i have learned how to navigate subway systems and poverty. i know what it is to live off...
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a letter to my daughter on her second trip around the sun
letter 3 of 19. you are not yet aware of your magic. the intensity of your voice. a subtle one that swallows and strings together sentences, only to regurgitate them back in a way that allows me to...
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