2019-04-30
(An article I wrote for the radio station I worked at.) Para muchos ecuatorianos, la vida cotidiana está plagada de la presencia de los venezolanos. La mayoría de ellos ocupan las calles, venden productos baratos o baten alrededor de carteles que relatan su historia de vida. Una pregunta que muchos ciudadanos ecuatorianos se hacen a...
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2019-03-29
I wanted to buy a book today. The distant eyes seem so close when their gaze is fixed on you. I wanted to buy a book today. My hand glided upon the glossy covers as I endured the transfixed look of the “diligent” workers. I wanted to buy a book today. I picked up a...
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2018-12-20
In the Otavalo market, other Americans couldn’t easily identify me as their own. For some reason, I make desperate gazes at tourists, hoping that I would spark some form of fraternity in this foreign land. But alas, they may shoot me a brisk stare, then continue their banter about how interesting the indigenous market was....
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To ease my nervous breath before I travelled to California, I decided to read a poem or two. I shuffled through my Grandmother’s book collection, letting my fingertips gently graze upon each book’s spine until it landed on one that felt right.The book that I happened to pick up was called Winds by Mary O’Neill,...
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