A Letter to Louisiana

By: Gabriela Yareliz The waters will recede and return home. You’ll be home, too. The sunshine will peek out and warm the flaky paint skin on the old buildings. It will soak up the heavy rains like a mother cleaning up a wound. Its hot rays a bright Band-Aid. You’ll sit on your porch againContinue reading “A Letter to Louisiana”

Where are the Journalists?

By: Gabriela Yareliz “It’s the business in general that bothers me. It’s beyond a disgrace, and I don’t know what the proper word is to describe the mainstream news business now. It’s terrible; absolutely terrible. It’s pure propaganda.” Greg (was a writer, editor and producer for CNN and print reporter for Reuters– left the businessContinue reading “Where are the Journalists?”

Round with Mystery

By: Gabriela Yareliz We don’t always have things figured out before we start. Sometimes, all we have is a question. Beth Kempton talks about this in her summer writing course. I get that, and yet, we often foolishly want to have things figured out, a map charted, a path paved. We like neat little thingsContinue reading “Round with Mystery”

Seeing What Others Don’t

By: Gabriela Yareliz One of the most interesting books I have ever read is Seeing What Others Don’t by Gary Klein. It’s a heavy read, but I encourage anyone to pick it up. (I have a special disdain for those who are like, I’ll fill you in on what it says, as you wouldn’t beContinue reading “Seeing What Others Don’t”

Autumn Anticipation

“Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.” William Cullen Bryant By: Gabriela Yareliz It has been a strange season where tension and thick trauma linger in the air like a dense fog. But don’t worry– I am not here to dwell on that, today. We are approaching the season that makes one feel like one isContinue reading “Autumn Anticipation”