By: Gabriela Yareliz -The Strongest Virtue: Resilience- There’s a Russian saying that says something like, even the strongest piece of metal will break if it takes enough hits. Something like that. Do not quote me. I am not a Russian philosopher. This has had me thinking. The true virtue is not in being strong, butContinue reading “Thoughts on the First Day of Autumn”
Monthly Archives: September 2023
Autumn Essentials
By: Gabriela Yareliz It’s the autumn essentials, and by essentials, I of course mean books. It’s the season for cozy evenings and candle light. What will you be reading? What books are hitting my shelf this autumn? You don’t have to ask me twice… Evergreen: Discover the Joy in Every Season Lydia Millen’s favorite chapterContinue reading “Autumn Essentials”
All Outta Blake Videos
By: Gabriela Yareliz I am keeping another time zone. Just kidding; I can’t sleep. I don’t know what it is, but I am staring at the ceiling after a marathon of Blake Shelton interviews that failed to knock me out. What is it about hormones in general that makes weird emotions just take possession ofContinue reading “All Outta Blake Videos”
Cinnamon Brooms
By: Gabriela Yareliz Somehow, in a desert of Vogue magazines, my fiancé found me the iconic September cover. I swear, it’s like impossible to find a magazine in Brooklyn. Do we not love fashion as much as Manhattan? Sigh. He also got me two of my favorite things, those little cinnamon brooms from Trader Joe’s.Continue reading “Cinnamon Brooms”
Everything Can Change
By: Gabriela Yareliz I sat here listening to phone calls made by people who were in the twin towers as they were falling. The anguish, the fast but convicted ‘I love you’s, the screams. I cried. It always shakes me. I spent the whole day with a lump in my throat because today always hangsContinue reading “Everything Can Change”
Forcing the Season
By: Gabriela Yareliz It’s fall. I’ve always been that person who forces fall (and spring, to be fair). I remember wearing my corduroy pants once school started. I distinctly remember melting at a UF bus stop in the hot August sun with a shoulder bag that is probably part of the reason why my shouldersContinue reading “Forcing the Season”
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