Fall, the season where you walk outside and find yourself filled with quiet joy as the leaves shift from yellow to orange to red, and somehow, back to yellow again. The season where, with each step, the dropping temperature wraps around your skin like a soft reminder that it’s finally sweater weather. You wake up in the morning, and before the scent of pancakes or pumpkin spice coffee reaches you, it's the crisp morning air that greets your senses. You glance out your bedroom

1511, 1868, 1950, 2019. What do these years have in common? These are dates when our people got tired. Tired of the oppression, of living below people who only care about their riches, of living below people who do not respect our lands, of living below people who are corrupt. 1511- El Grito de Coayuco or the Rebellion of the Taínos 1868- El Grito de Lares 1950- The Nationalist Insurrection 2019- The Summer of ‘19 These are dates when people fought for their rights, fought fo

I’m sharing this because it reflects a habit I’ve been working to break—letting one bad moment ruin everything. I used to carry stress...