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What if tomorrow you went blind?
I was reading the last pages of a Hellen Keller biography book to a group of children, and I just had to pause and take a moment to talk about it in depth with them. It is something that really stops you in your tracks when you think about it. As a blind person, she had some words for all of us — words that have been a motto of mine for a long time — so I wanted to share them: Use your eyes as if tomorrow you would go blind. Do the same with all your other senses. Hear the song of a bird as if tomorrow you…
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Don’t Hit the Brakes!
Today, I want to share my little blogging space with the writing community, and any creatives reading this. Sometimes I think about how much different things could have potentially been for me if only I had had the right guidance. I’ve been open about how college failed me in that area; how I trusted a system which priority, I now know, is to make the most money they can out of each student, with your academic ambitions coming last. But that’s a whole other blog post (stay tuned for that!). So I wanted to send a reminder to aspiring writers out there to just DO it. This is not a…
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Staying Sane in Corona Times
It must’ve happened over a thousand times before Coronavirus. I was the victim of some ghosting and a little too much “left-on-seen” by average people I lowered my standards for. But, isn’t it life? La vie… ¡la vida! Then, it graduated from being a reasonably demanding person to life actually pressing down on me, and all of a sudden, I had bigger fish to fry. And that’s when I remembered that some things in life are reeeeally insignificant in our lifetime. The COVID-19 era has left us in a complete state of stupefaction. Most of us can’t even seem to come to terms with this situation or find a medium.…
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It Is What It Is
Those were the heart wrenching last words a friend dying of brain cancer said to me. It wasn’t our whole conversation, but those words — words of complete abandonment, acceptance, resignation — are the ones that stuck with me. He was a young man, a son, a brother, a friend…a bartender. On his last days, I found myself laughing in his mom’s kitchen as he showed me his mixology techniques. “Come with me,” he said. “Let me make you a drink.” And so I followed him to the kitchen. His movements slow; his words a slur, after a stroke paralyzed a side of his body. Still, he insisted in fixing…
