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the light and the air are the same; their touch on my skin is familiar. clouds hang in the sky and my lungs. my future..
Gravitating Towards Gratitude
How To Be Your Own Anchor & CompassThe last few weeks have been rough, riddled with the proverbial unexpected cracks I’ve stumbled over. I’ve had the..
The Practice of Gratitude
Grateful. that my parents from a different land chose this day like many others to make for yet another reason to gather everyone during their small..
To the One that Took Advantage
I was never yours… To the One that Took Advantage, I never said “no”. Or told you to stop, or asked you to slow things..
Literature was her liquor
“Literature was her liquor” — A Poem by Julianne Day Ignacio Literature was her liquor Love, just a lofty ideal Rioja wine filled her senses..
Confessions of a Tired Brown Girl
There are periods of your life that are in constant flux. Some would just call it growing up, but at one point it felt like..
“The Neophyte” — A Poem by Julianne Day Ignacio He thought himself to be a neophyte intellectual who lacked pretension and survived his existential dilemma. He..
Paola Proctor: Mixing MMA & Music
Introducing singer-songwriter Paola Proctor Most people want to know how Paola Proctor got into MMA (mixed martial arts). I certainly did and I made my way..