By: Gabriela Yareliz There is an elderly Asian couple that rides the morning train with me. The man has a walker with wheels that turns into a seat. He moves slowly. His wife always holds him firmly but gently, and sometimes, kisses his face under his baseball cap. Her arm is always around him. IContinue reading “True Love”
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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”
Ideas for NYC: Open Letter #5
Dear Eric Adams (NYC Mayor), I was sitting on the subway and saw an ad for a City hotline that read “Safety is a Human Right.” It was discussing domestic violence and human trafficking. Apparently, safety is only a human right in these contexts because the City releases violent offenders back onto the streets everyContinue reading “Ideas for NYC: Open Letter #5”
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”
Observations from the Underground
This quote made me smile. You know what I have been craving? Sort of stepping away from a lot of the noise of programs and courses and just doing handstands against the wall. I just want a 40-minute Pilates session and a candle lit. I am also craving autumn. Or maybe, I have depleted myContinue reading “Observations from the Underground”
Mid-Week Update From AC
“An educated mind cannot be enslaved.” Candace Owens By: Gabriela Yareliz It’s one hundred and a gazillion degrees out. My train has AC, which is nice because my other trains this week felt like they were blowing hot air on us. I quite literally melted into my seat yesterday. This was after my employer shutContinue reading “Mid-Week Update From AC”
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?”
A Middlemarch Summer
By: Gabriela Yareliz There she was on the train, staring into her copy of Middlemarch by George Eliot. I like Middlemarch. I even read my favorite New Yorker writer’s book that pulls themes from it, Rebecca Mead’s My Life in Middlemarch. Virginia Woolf (one of my all time favorites) said that Middlemarch is “one ofContinue reading “A Middlemarch Summer”
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