He’s not my ‘Lolo’
I grew up answering these calls: “Bb, how does this WiFi work?” “Bb, how do you edit a picture in...
Between then and now
I was listening to “I Have a Dream” by ABBA the other day, and man, it hit me like a...
Breaking up with the dating app
Now that all my dating apps are uninstalled, I don’t have it in me to be ashamed of admitting I’ve...
The ‘bonus’ child
I was a seemingly humorous “accident,” but no one is ever an accident. My siblings used to joke that I...
Between deadlines and daydreams
I used to think that love and career existed on opposite ends of a seesaw—when one goes up, the other...
Growing up means calling your mom first
At 16, I rolled my eyes. At 21, I text her everything. Five years ago, I was convinced I had...
Years I lost in the haze
It was in 2021 when I first learned how to write. My mama prepared a table in our small garden,...
Running and running away
Four years old This early memory is hazy, like the clouds of that windy day, when I had been wailing...
What’s the plan?
I’m on the last roll of my 20s. Hell yes, I am scared. I grew up in a small town....