By: Gabriela Yareliz I was absolutely sure someone was sabotaging my laundry run by holding the elevator on the fourth floor. Here’s the thing— the only way to get the basement where the machines are is via elevator. There is no staircase. I patiently waited (my frustration mounting). I wondered if I was going toContinue reading “Intersections and Delays”
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Summer Stage
By: Gabriela Yareliz There is this 1 train that has a set of doors that don’t work. The local stop side opens fine, so you get on and don’t suspect a thing. Then, you get to the express stop, and only one opens, and the other door just stonewalls you. It’s always that awkward momentContinue reading “Summer Stage”
August Mini-Friday Note
By: Gabriela Yareliz I saw somewhere that a company wants to bring landlines back for children. I like it. It reminds me of spending hours on the phone with a friend. It’s a formative time. Screens don’t invite children to live real life. I am sitting on a train (I swear I spend most ofContinue reading “August Mini-Friday Note”
Lessons in Matcha
“The true gift of matcha is the ritual: the quiet, deliberate preparation, the grounding presence of whisking, the mindful act of drinking. It is nourishment for body, mind, and spirit alike.” Candice Kumai By: Gabriela Yareliz We went to the best matcha place in NYC. The place is always a vibe. It’s a different levelContinue reading “Lessons in Matcha”
Goodbye, Tired Braid
By: Gabriela Yareliz I had my oiled dirty hair in a tired braid. I decided I had had enough and wanted to get my hair done before the official end of summer schedule at work. I wandered into this beautiful Chelsea salon, and a petite Asian lady greeted me. The place was empty. I askedContinue reading “Goodbye, Tired Braid”
Golden Hour Departure
By: Gabriela Yareliz The golden hour was upon us. Gold rays peeking through the tall city buildings. The evening was beautiful. I saw a radiant pair crossing the street in the opposite direction as me, walking toward me. The tan and smiling man in the white knit short sleeve polo glanced over at her. SheContinue reading “Golden Hour Departure”
A Little Bit of Nina Simone
By: Gabriela Yareliz Another Monday underground. I am reflecting on the beautiful lunch I have in my bag of vegetables and salmon made by my husband. Grateful. I listen to a podcast about burnt out women whose husbands do nothing and then, they wonder why their wives are raging women— I thank my lucky starsContinue reading “A Little Bit of Nina Simone”
Noise, Despacito
“You need to build a mausoleum in your head with big iron doors so that nobody can get in there except you. You don’t let me in there, you don’t let June in there, you don’t let your manager in there, you don’t let the record company people in there. You have to decide forContinue reading “Noise, Despacito”
—But What is Your Dream?
By: Gabriela Yareliz It was a summer night, and the sun was still shining in the Upper West Side. I was impressed by how bright it was and how tired I felt. I had been looped into a late evening meeting at work and told I could take a car home (which I was gratefulContinue reading “—But What is Your Dream?”
Antonio
By: Gabriela Yareliz The salon was packed with women ready to go on vacation. Today was the day the Brooklyn housewives decided to make a salon stop to make sure they look absolutely fabulous on their trips. There was perfume everywhere and sparkling jewelry sounding like chimes. In one chair, an elderly woman was itchingContinue reading “Antonio”
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