I didn’t join the Women’s March, but I saw you there. I saw the women who sat at the lunch table and spread rumors around that workplace that I was sleeping with my married colleague. I saw you holding posters and marching for respect and equality for women. I saw…

I miss me. The girl who made promises to herself not to play small as she reinvented her life and crossed the border into California. Who knew she could do it all. Write. Produce. Teach. I miss the girl who crawled through hell to save herself. Fighting a fire of…

I’m in the shower, singing. I don’t know why, but here I am singing. I wanted to hear myself. And my voice came out. As if I was hearing it for the first time. And the voice that came out was beautiful. It was full. And smooth. And ethereal. I…

“You’ve never yelled before?” he asked me with disbelief. I was visiting a friend and her boyfriend in Santa Monica the summer before I moved when half my throat closed up on the airplane. And then again as we sat down for lunch and I struggled to eat or speak. …

“Cold hands, warm heart,” my grandmother chuckled. I remember her squeezing my adolescent hand so tightly that my bones gnashed together. I smiled through the discomfort, silently praying for the release of my fingers from her grip while sitting still next to her. I felt sorry. …

My perception of her shifts as I near the age of my mother when I first remembered her. …

“That’s what you do,” he says. “Leave people and places.” He tells me it’s fucking exhausting. “Go. I don’t want to talk to you again.” He forgets that I once told him I don’t leave. I know when it’s time to go. People leave me. …

The year 2019 was bookended by ten words. Ten words that echoed between leaving a place that was suppose to be my home and arriving in a new city I wasn’t sure could ever be a home. I first heard these words spoken in the middle of the Maasai Mara…

I needed to feel the rush of driving over the bridge one last time. I called it fate when the GPS took me across the Bay Bridge on my way out of California. Moving again. This time toward the upper Pacific Northwest. The car was packed with everything that could…