Our Internal Narrative

By: Gabriela Yareliz It’s a dark and rainy spring morning as I write this. It is so cool outside, which is refreshing after having woken up with allergies and swollen eyelids. (My allergies are killing me lately). I have my basil Beauty Pie candle going, and my pretty bunch of chamomile flowers on my entryContinue reading “Our Internal Narrative”

Hope Against Hope

“Does the acorn dream of the oak? And if it doesn’t, from where is the whisper of spring?” Sophie Ward (From The Love River) By: Gabriela Yareliz It’s a quiet morning, with the exception of the gurgling of the radiator and my screaming neighbors (they are positively unwell or just typical New Yorkers). We goContinue reading “Hope Against Hope”

Two Years at a Bank

By: Gabriela Yareliz I was chewing on a pretzel and catching glimpses of my acne-stained cheeks in the reflection of the changing screen on my computer when his LinkedIn update appeared where the reflection of my face had been a split second ago. Two years working at a bank, it said. I looked at hisContinue reading “Two Years at a Bank”