It’s been a week since I moved to L.A. I’m getting used to a new job, the culture of LA, and my own space. I miss my family and friends an awful lot. As a creature of habit, I got used to my routines, however painful they had become over the last couple of months. … More At home
Sometimes I look at the “This is Fine” and think about how many times I find myself in the same situation. That dog is me, hot coffee and everything. I sit there, I can feel the house burning, but I stay sitting there. All bug eyed. Affirming that I am O-K. Fine. Obviously the dog … More Broken records
The last time I found myself packing boxes, I was heading off to Michigan with my then husband. The bed eventually got to our apartment 6 weeks later. We spent the first couple of days and weeks furnishing the apartment. And the 10K in my savings ran out fast. The heartbreak and hard work of … More A place of my own…for real
I’m 32 years old, and it took me a long time realize that I always carried home inside of me. I tried to create homes in others, only to find myself dismantling it-brick by brick-to move on for my own safety. Why did I move from the homes I settled in? I realized, perhaps not … More It took me a long time…
Age when married: 23 Age when divorced: 31 We first met at a meeting. I noticed his hair and his big head mostly because it was blocking my view of the flipboard. I didn’t say anything to him at the meeting, but he briefly made some rude comments to a flyer I made for a … More So what happened?
I thought I should explain the meaning behind my name-”LaMarichola” which I use across my social media profiles. A long time ago-10 years ago to be exact-my first job out of college was as a youth organizer working to support the organizing efforts of street vendors in East Harlem. The organization began through the leadership … More Where LaMarichola came from..
I’ve returned to my childhood home in the Bronx. It’s not a home, its an apartment I share with my sister, her child and my parents. I live in what was meant to be a living room, but was always my grandfather’s room. I share the space with my cat, who happily reminds me that … More Mi casa en el Bronx