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Life Comes at You Fast: Growing Up Even When You Don’t Want To

It seems like just yesterday we celebrated my sister Jay’s 15th birthday.  It was a hot weekend in June in 2001. I’m Dominican, so it is no surprise that in our tiny Brooklyn apartment, we had like 50 relatives. 1,334 more words


Black Minds Matter

In light of current events this is a topic we need to address.

As an advocate for Black mental health I should provide some background information. 697 more words

The Hunt

It’s that time of year. Kids across the country are out of school, parents are ready for them to go back, and those damn millennials want jobs. 287 more words

Ladies of 655 D

First apartment feels:

  • nervous
  • jittery
  • excited
  • stressful

Would I change anything? Nope.

My first apartment is a two “bed”room, quadplex. With cracked yellow and green checkered tile. 165 more words

Week one

Well, tomorrow marks one week and I’ve barely seen my roommate. Granted, part of that was my fault bur yeah.

Monday: He got here like 8pm unloaded stuff, left to get more and picked up some dinner for us. 240 more words


First night here

Well, its time. I’m mostly moved in and its the first night in the apartment. I’m aggravated that I was so worried about making sure K liked the shower curtain too, that I didn’t get one. 377 more words