There is something nostalgic about going to the airport to pick up someone... Loved ones with roses, or balloons. People lingering in the room. All minding their own business, some people resting, killing time before their next adventure. Others looking at the flight status screen, wondering if the plane is on approach or if the... Continue Reading →


Most of my school and work friends know me by the name of Julia, the same goes for anyone I have met through professional networks or outside of my family. However, to my family, if you are looking for Julia, they will not direct you towards me, they would direct you to my paternal grandmother.... Continue Reading →

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