Lydia Ortiz
How Telling My Immigrant Parents I Contemplated Suicide May Have Saved My Life
How do you tell the two people who left everything they knew behind to give you a better life that you don’t want to be alive?
My Job Was Killing Me, So I Quit. Should I Feel Guilty?
In the days leading up to my trip to New York earlier this month, I woke up with blood on my pillow.
To My Baby Brother On The Day Of Your College Graduation
This letter was written over a span of three early L.A. mornings, late nights and afternoons, from the same black woven metal cutout coffee table outside the same commercial coffee shop on the same corner of the same city (by the same person).
When No Place Feels Like Home
It seems I officially gave up on India on June 29, 2011, the day I renounced my citizenship for the nation I’d called home (at least on paper) for 16 years.