• Life,  Writing

    LESSONS ON DETACHING

    A couple of weeks ago I was in a relatively heated and emotional argument. By that, I mean that the person I was arguing with argued back while I was close to tears, immensely offended but playing it off with shoulder shrugs and (looking back at it) annoying comments to focus the bad energy and focus away from me and back on to him. Right before another one of my defensive outbreaks, he halted, looked me right in the eye, and said “Antonia, you need to stop getting so attached.” It’s an easy sentence, it’s not loaded with emotional vocabulary and his tone wasn’t rough or rude or anything of…

  • Writing

    SMOKING KILLS MORE THAN JUST LUNGS

    “I want to run away but there is nowhere to go.” She barely meets his eye but he knows what comes next without having to read them. He thinks of the closed borders and the travel bans, he thinks of the empty train that passed him on his way here, to her. There´s an unopened pack of cigarettes on her nightstand, it makes time seem empty. They used to say cigarettes only kill if you let them, but nobody ever told him that it was the same for people, as well. If she hadn’t let him in that night, would he be sitting here? Would they have ended up like…

  • Writing

    young love

    The first time I fell in love was in second grade. A new boy joined our class, he was half mexican and I remember sitting behind him on the carpet as my homeroom teacher read us a book, looking at the back of his head, and thinking “I love this boy.” I must have been six or seven years old. Love to me was Troy and Gabriella dancing in the rain, it was Cinderella and Prince Charming´s “So This is Love”. Love was my grandparents and their forever kind of marriage, it was my parents who weren´t married but had two children and a house and kissed each other. Love…