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by Valerie on Wednesday, September 2, 2020One 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 […]
Posted in Connective tissue, Personal | 2 Comments »>Found in Translation
by Valerie on Thursday, August 31, 2017Christy 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 […]
Posted in Connective tissue, Inspiration, Language, Personal | No Comments »>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 […]
Posted in Connective tissue, Film\, Funzies, Personal | No Comments »>Jasmine + Fernan
by Valerie on Tuesday, July 15, 2014You 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 […]
Posted in Connective tissue, Inspiration, Personal, Photography | 1 Comment »>Miss Pacificana 2012
by Valerie on Wednesday, December 19, 2012This 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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