Friday was my university's annual concert, Donaroo! The performers were winners of the school DJ competition, two of the school dance groups, Giraffage, and ANDERSON .PAAK! (yes lawd!). I think most of the cost of the concert is included in tuition or fees we pay, but the concert was still very cheap for the performers… Continue reading Trying to Come Down from a Concert High.
When I was little, probably eight, I had a beautiful black bunk bed with colorful butterfly sheets and a dazzling and glittery pink canopy that draped down around the top bunk like a waterfall. The bed made me like Rapunzel in my tall, safe, castle. A month later, I despised that bed. It no… Continue reading I Can Never Be Rapunzel: Being a Black Girl in America.
You are luckier than you think if you have all your limbs and senses. Leaving the Westfield on the escalators and a blind woman almost starts walking down the escalators going up. The fellow on the escalators in front of me guided her to the right side. Then, once I get out of the Westfield… Continue reading Evaluate Your Luck.
I remember when I was a little girl, every morning I would go to my mom and dad’s bathroom to get ready for school, and as I sat on the top of the toilet waiting for the shower water to get hot, I would stare at this plaque on their wall. It said, “love is… Continue reading The Fluidity of Love.
San Francisco is a public transportation friendly city. I don't know how to drive, but even if I did I would still ride the buses, the monorails, the trains, the trolleys, and the cable cars because it is simply so much easier to get around! Plus, you save a lot on parking prices. With public… Continue reading Muni Chronicles: The Man with the Bad Pancreas.
The closer I get to graduation, in May 2018, the more my mind and future becomes clear and concrete. A few things are for sure so far: I will be staying in the city after graduation, I will be striving to get a book I've been working on published, I will continue my Master's and… Continue reading What I’m Doing With My English Degree.
Wow. Four days into 2017 and tragedy struck our house. Literally. Heard a loud, screeching, car. But I thought it was paranormal activity when the cabinets crashed and the stove and refrigerator flew forward, but it was a driver in a mustang who went through our fence and into our kitchen. She lost control of… Continue reading Tragedy Struck Our House Tonight.
Every second Saturday, the Friends of the San Francisco Public Library hold a dollar book sale. Absolutely everything is a dollar. I went with the change in my wallet, which was $2.36. It took so much self-control to limit myself to two books and not pull out my debit card and spend more than I… Continue reading Adventures of a Bookworm: Two Wrinkled Dollars, Two Priceless Books.
Since time is such a fast runner and I can’t keep track of all of my desires in my cluttered mind, I felt it necessary for me to compile a list of all the things I aspire to achieve in my budding adulthood/life. As I complete them, I will go back and strike them off… Continue reading My Bucket List
I write for my stitched shut lips and my chain downed vocal chords that are not able to speak. I write because my diction is better than my dialect. I write because my author ego is better at telling my story than I am physically able to. I started writing when I was in… Continue reading Why I Write