Perspectives

My love for physics had grown to the point that I knew I wanted to pursue a Ph.D., but I never had the chance to tell DDay.

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

It became clear to me that home was not something permanent, no matter how desperately I wanted that to be true.

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

In a million years, I could have never guessed that a career military man would be a match for me.

I put one dozen eggs in my cart and again wondered if I was staring down the barrel of a desolate eggless future. I needed a solution.

No me convertí en una flor si no es un hongo multicolor, hermoso por derecho propio.

“It’s just the flu,” they would tell me. These were people who had received higher education, some of whom even work in local hospitals.

I was not a blooming flower, but a colorful mushroom, beautiful in its own right.

Seemingly out of nowhere, my mind started to wander while I continued playing and it somehow brought me back around to my work.