To the first boy who I ever fell in love with: You broke my heart. You broke it a million times, then all over again. I guess you know that, though right? I used to think a lot, about what could have been or if the timing were different things would not have ended the […]
This piece is very important to me because it honors the struggle of undocumented parents, specifically my dad.
A little about my personal journey with an autoimmune disease.
a poem about coping through tough times as a social justice advocate.
What I would say to the daughter I may or may not have. This however, is also to my chiquillas, to my lovely babies growing into powerful mujeres (women). Mijita, I want your scars to be a representation that you let yourself live— jump even when you are afraid—be the unstoppable force. Climb trees. Run. […]
Esto es lo que yo le diría a la hija que podré o no podré tener. También es para mis chiquillas, a mis queridas bebes creciendo a ser mujeres poderosas. Mijita, Yo quiero que tus cicatrices sean una representación que tú te dejaste vivir—brinca, asta cuando tú tengas miedo—que seas la fuerza imparable. Escala árboles. […]