My mom, a culture of her own
The way I am Debora’s daughter is nothing like I am my mother’s daughter. In California I am the daughter of a woman who has seen me develop since birth, who can pull memories like tarot cards that explain the confusions I often bring to her. I’m an intense kid, she’s an intense woman. She…
19 March, 2019
Interviewing with Rocks in my Mouth
Upon arriving in Garopaba, a feeling of unwelcomeness seeped into every space I occupied, both internal and external. I felt too intense, too radical, too political too masculine, too much of too many things. I considered my queerness, something that informs most of what I do, to be a great burdon. I did not see…
25 November, 2018
Some Notes on Leaving to Return
To my friends and family, In thinking about leaving for Brazil, I have thought a lot about running away. Running away from Oakland, from the tough persona I developed in high school. Running from parts of my life that I didn’t know how to process or sit in. I thought I didn’t know how…
25 August, 2018
