Two Words

Two Words My grandmother’s name is Anna. It’s a derivative of our family’s saint name Antonio. Antonio, Anna, Antonetta, Antoinette; which is my middle name and my legacy to pass on. Anna has dementia. It’s genetic. It is what is slowly taking her, while we watch. It isn’t the fact that death is holding my […]

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Mama Nature, Sister Sun, Mother Moon

MAMA NATURE, SISTER SUN AND MOTHER MOON Yell from the rooftops, yell from the trees. Mama Nature is here, and here she screams. Mama Nature is coming alive. The world may be crying, but joy resides. Mama Nature is bright with green and blue. Oh, and don’t you worry, the colors of the rainbow are […]

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Thank You, Julia Roberts

Since self-care is not always bubble baths, endless shopping or rebounds. Break-up is a deep punch on one’s stomach giving a pain so stubborn which refuses to leave. The clock struck 2:30 am. Eyes wide open, tired but open. Fingers tired of scrolling down feed on social media. Phone’s dying. Sleep-deprived, I lie on the […]

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What The Language You Speak Says About You

I have always been entranced by language. The way it’s written, spoken, interpreted. The way the French have a word for a certain ‘blue’ type of day. The way the Spanish rolls their rs. The way there are no. The way our minds are molded by the sentences we hear. The way our faces change […]

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Every story is us

‘Every story is us’ -Rumi The old man looks at me from across the empty bar, and I see his face transform into a big question mark. I ask the bartender to make me a ‘café lungo’. The old man signals for the same. What did I look for, he asks me in his broken […]

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In Support of Breaking Boundaries

I’ve heard all about boundaries. I think at this point we all have. Protect your energy, draw a line in the sand and don’t cross it, don’t allow others to invade what is rightfully your space and your space alone. I hear you. But what exactly are we protecting our energy for? Even if we […]

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Being Single In A Covid-19 World

Remember how torturous being grounded was? On one occasion I think I cried through both sides of my pillow because my awkward, bratty teenage self was that distraught over not being able to leave my bedroom… My crush was having a house party and my mum, the strong, couldn’t-give-two-shits woman that she is, had banned […]

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