Beginnings

Circa 2000

Circa 2000

Eight years ago, I came home and told my mother that I didn’t think I wanted to be an architect anymore. I was in the seventh grade, but I remember telling her this with a sense of urgency. “I have to decide what I want to do for a living soon, mami…”

On that kitchen facing the living room television we had many important conversations. We had a little routine: I would set my backpack down, she would heat up lunch, we would discuss our concerns and share our days, and then sit down and watch the news. That day, like many other days, CNN was on. Just when I thought she wasn’t listening to my precocious career rant, she turned to me and said, “What about that? Journalism. You could be a journalist.”  Continue reading

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