Observations of the suburbs from a Latina teen perspective.
It’s Groundhog Day. I’ve been repeating, repeating, repeating the same patterns for a while now and not achieving. Hmmm. What is my happiness? What is The American Dream? Is it writing all day long? No responsibility? No man? No work? No money? No children? No friends? Death? I am dead right now. But I am …
My bathroom ceiling just caved in. I was just sitting peacefully at my kitchen table typing on my computer when… BOOM BA BOOM BOOM!!!! Uh oh. I didn’t budge. I knew what had happened and I didn’t want to see it. Would it look like a bomb just dropped in my bathroom? It was weird …
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