Chemistry is the face behind the things we call magic. It can exist in decibels so high they would be illegal in the loudest of cities. Or it can be replaced with nothing. Silence so sound that it can only be described as when fresh… Read More
All posts tagged “#dominican”
The Red Tape Will Not Trip Me And The Glass Ceiling Will Not Stunt My Growth
Click Click. Edit. Clear. Click. Search. Click. See. Click. Clear I cannot remember the last time I was truly rejected. How do you remember rejection when you live in it? When you have to constantly remind yourself that you belong? That the red tape will… Read More
Our Adult Bodies Are Vessels For Our Childhood Dreams
When I have a seat on the train, I close my eyes and I listen to music. I let the music take me away. Since moving to Brooklyn, I barely get a seat on the train. I know , I know, first world problems .… Read More
When I Accepted My Hair, I Accepted Myself
As I walk through the neighborhood I was born and raised in, I hear the word “pajonua” yelled at me from the mouths of old fashioned Dominican men. The Dominican slang word pajonua signifies a woman with messy and unruly hair. As the daughter of… Read More
Guest Post : The Gentrification of Brooklyn From the Perspective of a Brooklynite
A couple of years ago I heard of a project that would displace a couple thousand people to make way for a grandiose stadium. People were being kicked out of their homes, in order to make way for high rise apartments and a place that… Read More


