The Olsen twins had those little bangs and short hair. Stacks of American Girl catalogs and magazines. Home videos. Music video channels. Shakira didn’t speak English. Phones were attached to a wall. Long distance calls were done with calling cards. The 101 Dalmatians were all the rage. We were all Disney princesses. Recess was forContinue reading “Daylight Savings to 1997”
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The Church Cookbook
By; Gabriela Yareliz My new hobby is reading cookbooks. I saw this particularly old one, and it reminded me of the community and church cookbooks of the 70s, 80s and 90s. You know what I am talking about— the spiral bound ones that look like they were typed up on a typewriter. The books compiledContinue reading “The Church Cookbook”
Interference
“I had 35 analog years to develop my taste without interference. I carried quarters for payphones. I wrote directions on napkins. I discovered music through borrowed CDs and late-night television, not through playlists that knew what I wanted before I did. I fell in love with movies before they became content, with art before itContinue reading “Interference”
Heat Wave Texts
By: Gabriela Yareliz It feels hotter than hot in NYC, lately. Also, how is it almost July? Truly. This is our PSA that summer is waiting for no one. As talk of mayoral election swirls in NYC, people are already looking toward fall. It’s insane. We still have three months of crazy heat left. TheContinue reading “Heat Wave Texts”
None of the Magazines I Loved Still Exist
By: Gabriela Yareliz Us 90s girls— we all wanted to be a rom-com journalist when we were kids. I would be lying if I said otherwise. We lived in the golden era of magazines. Magazines shaped me deeply. I spent hours, HOURS, cutting collages and making wall posters and binder covers. I just thought weContinue reading “None of the Magazines I Loved Still Exist”
Here I Come A-wassailing
By: Gabriela Yareliz Searching for Memories I can see myself holding the Christmas carol book, fast-forwarding the little white cassette in my purple boombox past that one song, “I Saw Three Ships Come Sailing In.” I found that song to be boring. Not sure why. Skip. My favorite one was “Here We Come A-wassailing” (thereContinue reading “Here I Come A-wassailing”
Page Eleven, Letter D
By: Gabriela Yareliz I clicked on one of the thousands of marketing emails I receive in my old law school email that I still very much use. It was Magnolia’s Holiday Collection. There was something about the layout that reminded me of the old school catalogs. Maybe, also the holiday theme. I got a weirdContinue reading “Page Eleven, Letter D”
Running Through the Sprinklers
By: Gabriela Yareliz Summer. I remember the hot Michigan and Charleston summers. You could find me on my couch eating a frozen Go-Gurt tube, the buttery soft frozen yogurt melting in my mouth, while deep in my reading list. I was always determined to be top in the summer reading program. Back in the day,Continue reading “Running Through the Sprinklers”
Relatable from Seinfeld
By: Gabriela Yareliz I watched 9 years of Seinfeld in like three weeks. The episodes are very short, so it wasn’t hard to do when I would play it while I cooked, cleaned and ran errands on the streets. So, I guess I wasn’t watching as much as I was listening, but still. At aContinue reading “Relatable from Seinfeld”
Being Human: Look Ugly in a Photograph
“The more you see the less you know The less you find out as you go I knew much more then than I do now” City of Blinding Lights, U2 By: Gabriela Yareliz GREAT EXPECTATIONS Expectations can be a funny thing. This week, I experienced this, first-hand. I was going to exchange letters with someoneContinue reading “Being Human: Look Ugly in a Photograph”
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