All Posts By natywrites

Reflections on Family, Chaos, and a Five-Month-Old

Saturday, January 13, 2018

I've tried to start this post so many times now. There. A sentence! Woot! Quite frankly, I've been in a very reflective mood these last few days. You see, my mom was rushed to the hospital and I spent that evening by the phone waiting for news from my dad. It just so happened that I had ...

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Changes – Out with the Old, In with the New

Sunday, January 7, 2018

It has been an incredible roller-coaster ride after my last post. I thought for sure I was done. Done with writing and blogging. Done with ambition. Done. For those tuning in now, let me bring you up to speed, my last post was written on July 8th, 2016.  Let that sink in - Two Thousand and Sixteen. ...

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Sharing the Pain

Friday, July 8, 2016

It's hard when someone so close gets sick. It's hard watching them go through intensive care. It's hard saying that everything will be okay, when the future isn't set in stone. I take to writing when I go through tough times. This is my way out. Writing is freedom that fills me with so much power. I ...

Being Twenty Five

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

There’s a lot of misconceptions about turning 25. I used to think that by this age my life would be set. I’d have the best job in the world, go out and have a ton of fun every day, be more social, have more friends, and at the end of the day sit down and ...

Poem: City Streets

Friday, September 19, 2014

Eyes meet,       look away! Talking        laughing Whispers       what was that? A party        a funeral Broadway        Wall Street Hangouts       meetings Brunch       with a guy?                         gal?                           ...


Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Shh! In the darkness, Do not speak. In the morning, Do not think. Just silence. Who needs to know What this heart yearns for Or What troubles It beholds? Shhh! Troubles scream, Piecing my soul! It hurts! Aches! This anxiety In my very being! "But silence!" they say. Who are "they," Behind their glass homes And hidden gems? "They" who negotiate and gain From the silence I retain. Fuck the system! Telling me I should live in ...

Misadventures of Italian Class

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

From cafes, to movies, to wonderful books, Italian seemed like the perfect language to learn! You'd think that speaking Spanish and intermediate French would help in the learning. Here was the train of thought: Spanish helped me pick up French fairly quickly. If I wanted to write a good sentence in French, all I would ...