Personal essays

Could I Actually love my grief?

Ever since my mom died on the fourth of July, 2018, I’ve been trying to process and understand my grief. In many ways it’s been the type of journey I expected, but when I found myself in the hospital with diverticulitis, an ailment I likely inherited from her, I reevaluated whether grief was a bad thing or not.

one last day at the oakland coliseum

When I was a kid, there wasn’t a single spot in the world that I loved more than the Oakland Coliseum. From the minute I heard that the A’s would be leaving Oakland, I knew that I needed to go back to see one more A’s game with my dad. FJF. Sell the team.

my chicago story

Chicago is the greatest city in the world. And it wouldn’t be that if it wasn’t for the contributions of generations of immigrants. As the Trump administration invaded my beloved city, I couldn’t think about a single other thing. To try to keep a little bit of sanity, I wrote about how the city opened my eyes to a great wide world and fundamentally changed me.