“How old are you?”a friend asked, I muttered “26..27 wait! I think I’m turning 28” —While most people have new year’s resolution, my personal tradition has always been a “birthday resolution”; Looking back to see what I’ve accomplished , slightly patting myself on the back but most importantly looking to the future and crafting a … Continue reading
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Breathe In, Breathe Out in Bermudan Paradise
The burnout is real. I have been working in a very stressful environment for the past 10 months. I’m lucky that with different side projects I’ve been able to find some peace of mind. Lately I’ve been physically and emotionally exhausted. I’ve tried different things; swimming, aerobics and rock climbing. These activities only help in … Continue reading
Iceland : 8 Things That Made my trip
Capital: Reykjavik Population: 330,000 8.Landscape Why Iceland? What are you gonna do there?- These are questions acquaintances and even friends asked me when I told them I was going to Iceland. The misconception that Black people don’t travel is probably one of the reasons I was being asked this question. My answer was “well … Continue reading
Brooklyn Winter Staycation
stay·ca·tion ˌstāˈkāSHn/ noun informal A vacation spent in one’s home country rather than abroad, or one spent at home and involving day trips to local attractions. A week before president’s day weekend, I get a calendar reminder saying “ Go somewhere warm” apparently the wise version of me from 3 months ago knew I’d … Continue reading
Cyborg in Paris
In 2011, Sophomore year in College, I realized I wanted to spend a year abroad. Unfortunately,time was not on my side (or so I thought at the time) so I settled for a summer program to study Italian in Florence. That same summer, my cousin was to study in Paris, so I decided to head … Continue reading
Losing Hope in Brazil
I moved to New York City for medical treatment on March 24th, 2005, Soon after, I was diagnosed with bone cancer that had metastasized to my lungs. I believe it was a saturday evening. My mother was sound asleep in our tiny Brooklyn apartment. There was nothing interesting on TV, I was switching channels when … Continue reading