The past three weeks in Buenos Aires have been an assault on the senses. There is never quiet. I am always hot. I have eaten fruits whose tastes I can identify but names I do not know. There is always something to see, try, do. So far I've compiled a list of what I consider... Continue Reading →

I was methodically unpacking my suitcase, remembering how the patterned piles looked stacked on my bed back in the States as I reversed the action of puzzling them together, squeezing colorful cubes into a swelling suitcase. My madre came in to tell me, in what Spanish I could understand, that a pipe was broken and... Continue Reading →

A Maya Angelou collage by my friend Schylar to start us off Once I started learning more about societal inequalities, systemic injustices, environmentalism, feminism, and the other difficult but pertinent issues facing our world today, I discovered that a heavy imperative  comes with knowledge and experience. It creates a gnawing sense of personal responsibility for... Continue Reading →