Puras pendejadas. A phrase I never thought I would be using so often. Even my shit job didn’t call for my motherland tongue profanity. The
People who suffers from PTSD are prone to problematic patterns when placed in positions of perilous predicaments such as a pandemic. My method of survival
this post is NOT about covid-19. I am aware there is a pandemic. I am aware there are quarantine measures in place. I know some
El Cuco (Folklore Demond): “why were you so quick to accept my existence?” Holly (investigator): “An outsider can always recognize another outsider.” Last weekend was
Yes, Reader, you read that right – I was scammed with counterfeit money. As part of a way to make some extra cash for myself
Growing up I knew a different version of Valentine’s day; I knew it to be: el dia de amor y amistad (the day of love
This week, in a very clever marketing ploy, Mr. Peanut (a mascot of 104 years) “died.” A new commercial was released by the company showing
I was at dinner with some friends and found myself in a ton of awkward discomfort because of (what my good friend Anthony cleverly referred
