Trusting the Process

A little known fact about me is that I am impatient. The kind of impatient that starts tracking an online order, two minutes after I receive the confirmation email. The kind of impatient that messes up my nails after I paint them, because I keep touching them to check if they have dried. I’m the…

Not “Dominican” Enough: Struggling With My Identity

How do you define “Dominican?” Is it eating huevos fritos and mangu every morning? It is having big, curly hair and a big ass, that can dance bachata, merengue, and salsa flawlessly? Is it having every Aventura album in your car, along with that little Dominican flag hanging from your rear view mirror? At my 23 years of life, I have struggled a…