I hate the taste of olives. But suddenly I caught their taste in my mouth, as if I’d eaten one and its briny flavor was still lingering on my tongue and back teeth. It makes me wonder if maybe my body knows that despite my abhorrence, my dislike for every part of…

I have wondered for a long time now if the outrage that radical Latinx men have for the injustices suffered by women is anger for the oppression of another person or indignance that someone could “treat OUR women this way”. I think I can speak for many when I say…

For as beautiful as handbags, pocketbooks, and purses can be, I hate them. I wish I never had to carry one. But where would I put my phone? My keys, my wallet, my emergency pack of maxi pads? Where would I hold the safety pins for when my breast overwhelm…

I’m a self-proclaimed theater nerd, and when I first heard the Hamilton soundtrack I was completely blown away. The music was fantastic, the plot was amazing, and there were multiple points where I stopped dead in my tracks to appreciate a line or to cry at a plot twist. But…