Category: Reflections
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An Open Letter to You
and to anyone who still believes immigrants are human beings I don’t know if you will ever read this. We are not in touch anymore. Life moved on. Your father is no longer here. But something he said to me more than twenty years ago has followed me quietly through my life — and only…
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Una carta abierta para ti
y para quienes todavía creen que las personas migrantes somos seres humanos No sé si alguna vez leerás esto. Ya no estamos en contacto. La vida siguió. Tu padre ya no está. Pero algo que me dijo hace más de veinte años me ha acompañado en silencio durante todo este tiempo — y solo ahora…
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Catyobi Lab: A Home for All My Ideas
A few years ago, I began to lose myself. Not suddenly, but slowly. Depression. Isolation. Exhaustion. A big farm. Too much silence. Too many responsibilities. Not enough support. I was technically married, but already alone. No money. Unfinished projects everywhere. Animals depending on me. A constant feeling that I was failing at everything. For a…
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If AI Learns from us, What are we teaching it?
This piece was originally written for my AI Ethics class at Miami Dade College. I decided to share it here because the questions it explores—about fairness, bias, and responsibility—do not belong only in classrooms or academic journals. They show up in everyday life. They show up in who gets access, who gets judged, who gets…
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A Chaotic Morning, a Gate That Wouldn’t Open… and a Shift I Didn’t Expect
Today began at 5:10 a.m., in that half-awake state where your body moves before your mind has caught up. I left the house early for jury duty (my civic duty to serve as a juror), thinking I had plenty of time to stop for gas and something to eat. But traffic had other plans. What…
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Love Never Feels Like Enough: On Pets, Regret, and the Weight of Caregiving
👉 Leer este post en español Yesterday, my cat Brûlée died in my bed at 12:10 a.m. She had been with me for almost nine years. She was stubborn, independent, not easy to read — she never let me pet her, but she slept on my pillow every night. That was her way of loving me.…
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Parenting Without Being a Parent
👉 Leer este post en español I decided not to have kids. For most of my life, I thought I would. I even had names picked out: Isaac and Marco, after my dad and my grandfather. I pictured two boys — maybe because growing up as a girl, I saw how much harder we had to…
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Lo que entiendo de ser madre sin serlo
👉 Read this post in English Decidí no tener hijos. Durante la mayor parte de mi vida pensé que sí los tendría. Incluso ya tenía los nombres: Isaac y Marco, en honor a mi papá y a mi abuelo. Me imaginaba con dos niños — tal vez porque al crecer como mujer vi lo mucho más…
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A story about anxiety, paddleboarding, and reclaiming joy
👉 Leer este post en español: Una historia sobre la ansiedad, el paddleboarding y recuperar la alegría My mom says that when she was a kid, she had a lot of fears — of the dark, of insects, of people. One time, when one of my siblings was a baby, she found a big worm next to…
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My Life Was Never Ordinary
👉 Leer este post en español: Mi vida nunca fue ordinaria Some of the jobs I’ve had didn’t exist before I arrived at the company. That sounds rare, right? But it’s something I’ve experienced more than once. I’ve always had this strange ability to walk into a place and see what needs fixing—whether it’s a broken…
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