Welcome to my writing portfolio. I focus on travel memoir, reflective pieces, and critical essays. Enjoy!
All tagged Americas
By the end of the review, I wasn’t sure whether the meeting had assuaged my parents’ fears or heightened them. Still, I couldn’t dredge up an appropriate amount of self-concern. I itched to be released, to discover and to explore.
I’m quiet for a moment. If I speak too soon, the floodgates will open, and he will become even more worried. I can’t imagine that any father wants to hear this story.
My mouth opens and then closes again. I know my friend. It will come out soon enough. She shares bits about her week; She tells me a story about her co-workers. I chime in with words of affirmation, waiting patiently.
The house sits at the end of a tiny, half-concealed road in Rio de Janeiro’s Cosme Velho neighborhood. Daddy knocks on the door. We are greeted by a smiling middle-aged woman.
