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Lancheru Man, Manlancheru Ham

by Valerie on Wednesday, September 2, 2020

One of my fondest memories of Grandpa goes as far back as påtgon mayute’ days. This is around the same time my cousins and I always smelled like sun and sweat from full days of boonie excursions. Weekends meant visiting Grandpa in Yigo. It meant waking up so early you could hear the roosters’ first […]

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Found in Translation

by Valerie on Thursday, August 31, 2017

Christy wrote it down for me in a cultural intelligence class one day. I took a picture because it was something I didn’t want to forget. Never mind the topical, just save me the important stuff. Like the way you would memorize a person’s features, speech and mannerisms so you could keep them for later — occupying […]

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Optimistic

by Valerie on Thursday, June 9, 2016

“It’s too predictable. I mean, there aren’t any surprises. Not a fan of math.” “That’s why I like it. It’s like… perfection.” “Perfection is overrated – I kinda like it when things are a mess.” “Usually I find that the people who hate math are the ones who are bad at it.” Possibility is my […]

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Jasmine + Fernan

by Valerie on Tuesday, July 15, 2014

You know, when I met Jazzy it was my first day at the big, bad galleria. I remember walking into the cafeteria and it felt like high school all over again. Very clique-y with all the ate’s sharing their food along the corner booths. The jocks and bodybuilders were watching the game on t.v.. The […]

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Miss Pacificana 2012

by Valerie on Wednesday, December 19, 2012

This one night we are all hanging in my living room. I tell her she would be the perfect contestant on RuPaul’s Drag Race because Reena asks the most original questions. She says, “If you ever get preggars, can I be your kid’s ninona?” I say, “What’s a ninona?” “A nino and a nina,” she […]

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