This Week’s Favorites 08.28.26

By: Gabriela Yareliz Next week, we’ll start September. Everyone keeps asking where summer went. I don’t know. My seasonal transitional cleaning is underway. Yesterday, I wiped down the kitchen cabinets, sorted through cans and refreshed extermination tools. I am satisfied with what I accomplished this week. This week, we lost many people, including the legendaryContinue reading “This Week’s Favorites 08.28.26”

Let’s Go, Ellaaaaaa

By: Gabriela Yareliz It’s an exciting day for Ms. Langley. I really love her music, and clearly, I am not alone. It was a real treat to hear cover bands cover her songs in Nashville. In honor of her breaking the Billboard record (and because this video is pure art)— I just have to: AndContinue reading “Let’s Go, Ellaaaaaa”

A Rainy Day

By: Gabriela Yareliz It’s raining inside of my train car. It’s not supposed to be raining in here, but there is a steady drip-drip. An Asian girl held out her hand and laughed, trying to catch a drop of the mystery liquid falling. I almost opened my umbrella in here, but instead moved to anotherContinue reading “A Rainy Day”

This Week’s Favorites 08.14.26

One week closer to fall weather, my friends. After rain, NYC has felt considerably cooler this week. It’s nice to feel a breeze when you walk. Bless. IG is filled with two camps— “last of summer” and “it’s fall”. I finished Nicole Sach’s book, and it never got better. I don’t think I have readContinue reading “This Week’s Favorites 08.14.26”

Deep Nightmare

By: Gabriela Yareliz I woke up from a nightmare, this morning. It reminded me of what it felt like when the COVID vaccine mandates ended in NYC. I haven’t said much about Anthony Fauci pleading the fifth a million times, but I have been paying attention. I wonder who else has been paying attention. TheseContinue reading “Deep Nightmare”

Bread and Butter

By: Gabriela Yareliz When I was growing up, my parents had a bread machine. It was a white cube machine. I have no recollection as to how it emerged or when. I just remember it. You would place the ingredients from whatever bread you wanted in the book that came with the machine, and closeContinue reading “Bread and Butter”

Summer Days

“When I look back on this summer, when I look back on my life, I want to know that I was fully there. I want to know that I was the first to arrive and the last to leave.” Tylee Shay By: Gabriela Yareliz Summer makes us dream. Strawberry patches. Lake water. Boats. An oldContinue reading “Summer Days”