Aprendí a poner a la audiencia primero pensando en lo que ellos quieren leer, y no en lo que yo quiero escribir.

I learned to put the audience first by thinking about what they wanted or needed to read about, not what I wanted to write.

Nothing could give me a satisfying, one-word answer to the “what are you” question.

The inalienable fact of life being Black, as well as being an immigrant is building a home out of the unfamiliar.

I drifted away from Kiskeya and with it, part of myself.

I was initially apprehensive of these ideas, given that I was so used to understanding myself as a patient of Major Depressive Disorder.

We all sneeze from time to time, but if you sneeze 30 times a day, you know you’re sick.

There is nothing more fragile in this world than a fragile White man—and that is, tragically, most of them.

No puede ser, esto está mal. Era dirigido a otra Nicole. Ya mismo me llega otro email diciendo que fue un error.

How would I be able to juggle these different identities—graduate student, writer, and Puerto Rican— without one infringing upon the other?