Author Archives: Gabriela Yareliz

When Oddity and Loneliness Hold Hands

By: Gabriela Yareliz Let’s talk loneliness. Being alone can feel maddening at times. Why do you think people in solitary confinement end up with serious problems? New York City can sometimes feel like the loneliest place in the world. Sometimes, it is pointless to escape the white walls and fluorescent lamps of your studio forContinue reading “When Oddity and Loneliness Hold Hands”

As heard on “Lessons We Can Learn From Royalty” by Ravi Zacharias

“If men could learn from history, what lessons it might teach us. But passion and party blind our eyes, and the light which experience gives us is a lantern on the stern, which shines only on the waves behind us.” Samuel Taylor Coleridge 

The Puerto Rican Dream

By: Gabriela Yareliz It was early morning, and the sun hadn’t infiltrated the land in shadows below the midtown skyscrapers. Forty-second street to forty-ninth street was barricaded for no entry. I was passing Lord & Taylor, when I decided I would go in to use the restroom (the things that happen when you juice inContinue reading “The Puerto Rican Dream”

Late Spring Picks, 2014

My anthem. Life is about knowing your purpose and not giving up as you walk in the direction of your dreams. Hello dear readers, It’s summer in New York! The tree pollen today almost killed me, but all is well. Or should I say, “Alll izzz well”? It has been so long. I know. IContinue reading “Late Spring Picks, 2014”

Mind Games

By: Gabriela Yareliz Sometimes, we need to let go of all that is bad to be able to embrace the good to come. Sometimes, we don’t realize that choices are in our hands. It’s about deciding what you want and making choices that bring you that much closer. It’s about deciding you want something moreContinue reading “Mind Games”

A New Beginning

Photo by: Gabriela Yareliz By: Gabriela Yareliz There are some who say they hate writing. Writing is a discipline. Writing can be messy, and you can end up with ink silhouetting what looks like a blue or black bruise on the side of your hand. Writing takes thought. Writing can take you to unexpected places.Continue reading “A New Beginning”

Nuestro pequeño mundo de arena y sal

XXVI Islas Caminar por la arena cuando apenas está hollada es como descubrir el mundo por primera vez: todo es nuevo y puro y frágil como la luz que nos cubre y rendidos ante ella no dejamos de ser sino islas de un archipiélago: cada una con su identidad pero cada una perdida en laContinue reading “Nuestro pequeño mundo de arena y sal”