writing
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I’m not afraid of Jose by Diana Crescent
I’m not afraid of Kareem I’m not afraid of Jose I’m not afraid of Maria I’m not afraid of Lucia I worked with Kareem at the gas station, we took breaks together and he’d walk me to my car when I worked nights, I know Jose from down the street, he gave me my mail… Read more
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Turned in my fellowship application
I turned in my fellowship application. I did the resume, wrote the scripts, and the essay all by myself. I was genuinely pleased because normally, I talk myself out of things. But I ACTUALLY DID IT. I sent it in and everything. If I get in, I would be a screenwriter for Disney. I’ve always… Read more
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In which I cleaned my room today
I live in the top floor of an apartment building. It gets hot in the Summer. Right now, I have three little fans going and even with that, I am still sweating most of the time. Ages ago, my Mom got me a portable air conditioning unit for my apartment. Every year, we have to… Read more
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On survivors
The thing about being a survivor of abuse is that it never really ends. People will always try and defend the person that did it. They will say that it’s not that big of a deal or that it didn’t happen. Every time someone protects someone who is an abuser, it hurts someone else. Because… Read more
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Instagram and hate comments
I made a comment the other day on someone’s art, saying, “This is what it feels like to be neurodivergent as an adult.” It was a comic with someone that seemed to be talking about feeling like an adult but also not really. There’s lots of things that can make someone feel like this. I… Read more
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On 2016
I will not romanticize 2016. 2016 was the year I lost friends. I had moved to the middle of nowhere in 2009, bounced around and bounced back. In the 2010s, with Obama as President, things were hopeful. Even if you hadn’t voted for him (I wasn’t brave enough yet to not vote the way my… Read more
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I swore at work yesterday
Yesterday, I had this customer come in. Before that, I had some people who were Mexican that I cashiered for. They’ve come in before, and I’m from California, so I always speak what minimal Spanish I can or at least try to. This older man says to me as they’re leaving, “They should speak English.… Read more
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It’s not a big deal
It’s not a big deal It’s just who they voted for Why are you angry about that? You should relax about more things It’s not that big of a deal It’s a red hat in a supermarket and the guy that’s racist to the Mexican family that checked out ahead of him It’s the woman… Read more