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A la Fregada con el Chronic STRESS!!!
(…regardless of what generation you were born in) Chronic Stress es todo lo malo that you feel when shit hits the fan and no one can snap you out of…
The Extraordinary Day to Day
This summer I plan to revel in the magic of the mundane… the magic of life as it flows, steadily, and the comfort of nothing actually going wrong. Spring 2022…
Why We Need More Transparency in Media
In the age of rampant misinformation it can be hard to know what’s real and what’s not. In fact, it might be better called information saturation. It can be hard…
Homesick
Who am I? I have always asked often as I layed in bed and had nothing else to do but be a slave to my thoughts. The room was painted…
Como Pajaritos
The day old gouldian baby finches turn their faces up to me as I open the wood nest box: their black and glowing pearly, alien mouths plead for food noiselessly.…
The Dawning of a New Day & the Cyclical Nature of Grief
By Mayana Geathers There is a moment before the sun rises, when you can feel and see the in-between of night and day. It is a sliver of time when…
Mictlán En Vida
I’ve been quiet for a long time, but there is so much to say. Let me start then with the most important piece. I am like you. I was born…
To Struggle or Sink
One more step, I tell myself. And every step requires tremendous effort. As I walk through the forest, my feet sink into the Earth. ~*~ This is where I was…
A Return Home, Again
The summer of 2021 brought me home again. After more than a decade, I would move back into the only constant childhood home I knew. I hadn’t lived with my…
COVID-19 as a Portal: How Contracting the Delta Variant Turned “Hot Girl Summer” into a Homecoming
Looking out at the tall, serene trees at my favorite local park, I was sitting in my car when I got the news. I quickly scrolled through my Kaiser app.…
Resistance and Freedom in a Virtual World
Imagine a professional world where you could mute the sounds of white supremacy. Consider a setting without the prying eyes of the patriarchy, where you could carry your brown feminine…
A Year of Little Deaths
“We each die countless little deaths on our way to the last. We die out of shame as humiliation. We perish from despair. And, of course, we die for love.” …
Joy in the Rebirth
Not long ago, I decided to wallpaper our guest bedroom closet with bright, rainbow watercolor paper. I had decided to do some spring cleaning, so I made my list of…
Spaces
As academia aims to become more progressive in its effort to dismantle systemic racism, I tend to reflect on how these factors have impacted my experiences. Subsequently, I feel obligated…