My first thoughts of this place was formed thousands of feet in the air, as I flew in over New York, midnight just passed but the lights could deceive you into thinking it was only dusk. My first embrace here was from my Mother, she was completely covered from head to toe, I could only…
Tag: Immigrant
Reflections
I think it is important for the art that you consume to reflect yourself. Lately I have been trying to justify to others why I have been reading books and collections from minority and immigrant authors. I feel like it helps as a transplant when you can find yourself and see mirrored experiences of your…
Family Visits and Building Memories
I’ve been fortunate this year to reconnect with a lot of my family; my father’s side especially. Discovering that I had brothers and a sister were a shock but it has also been a pleasant transition. What’s really surprised me is that I’ve also been reconnecting with family members that I’ve known for a while…
Lux 