No Place Like Home

Most people don't stammer as much as I do when asked where they're from. Honestly, God has made it plain clear that home is not a "place" for me. Is my home my place of birth, Brazil? At one point, yes. At age 11, I experienced the wonderfully traumatic thing that is immigration. My mother … Continue reading No Place Like Home


Growing Fonder

It's funny what happens when I take a break from my regular life for 2 weeks. I'm 27, and as inconsistent as I appear on social media, I'm actually a creature of habit. I love my routine. I'm quirky, and I do repetitive things. I get home, light candles, put on music. I'm methodical when … Continue reading Growing Fonder