Goodbye, New Jersey. Hello, Montana.
A whole lot can change in twenty years. My stance against the invasions never have.
The first month with my new—to me!—baby, the first I actually like since my first car at age 16.
Trading in my jalopy Ford for a car I formally considered.
It’s been a year since I’ve fixed my first name change, to live with the name I’ve always wanted to be known as.
Either I get my passport in 3 months … or a rejection letter because I cheaped out on a new photo.
It took half my lifetime to get a college diploma reflecting the name that should have always been mine.
Is there a place for the term “Latinx”?
How am I doing after 10 days since switching from injections to topical creams?
For 15 years I walked away from my passion and career choice. Now I’m looking back to reclaim what’s mine.