I received my first journal as a gift at the age of 11, just months after my family moved from Chicago to a suburb of Salt Lake City, Utah. It had a rough, grainy cover and it was red, my favorite color. I named it Scarlett. I don't remember having an interest in the art … Continue reading The write stuff: Life in words
Still
Early morning and I sit on my favorite hill feeling the softness of the breeze on my cheek I see its quiet strength as it sways the branches on the trees and I am still I look out in the distance where I catch the sun sneak behind the clouds that softly float over the … Continue reading Still
Oh teenage angst…
I am looking through the journals I kept as a teenager—there are many—and I found the following poem I wrote when I was 17. You Did Care I trusted you once and with that came the pain I should've known better than to trust you again. I was blinded by my love for you, I … Continue reading Oh teenage angst…
‘Cause I’m a gypsy…
In the fall of 2003 I had the opportunity to travel to Spain for 10 days. Having grown up with the last name Juliá, not a common Puerto Rican name to be sure, I'd been told that it had its roots in Spain and France and though Spanish was just one part of those roots, … Continue reading ‘Cause I’m a gypsy…
The perfect boyfriend
This is some little girl's (I hope) list for a a perfect boyfriend. Aside from the "a little stuped" I'm with her and think that she may have even meant 'a little' as opposed to the 'a lot' that she knows. Boys will be boys sometimes, as we all know, and maybe they're pulling her … Continue reading The perfect boyfriend
Writer’s Block: The battle for my mind
Like my dreams, forgotten once the sun rises, my mind writes paragraphs of beautiful prose that vanish as I attempt to put them on paper. For with its jealous nature my mind seeks sole possession of the depth of my thoughts. And just as I lay each morning fruitlessly trying to recall dreams as their memories … Continue reading Writer’s Block: The battle for my mind
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