Butterfly

It was very early in the morning. The traffic was surprisingly good, and because I was too early to go to work, I decided to sit in a chair in front of Bryant Park’s grassy field. The sun was still shy, but few people were waiting for that warm energy to begin the day. Then...

Mrs. Hope

I have a Brazilian co-worker. Her name is Marcella. Marcella told me before working with us, she used to sell bikinis in the winter time. I know it was tough for her, but I found it very poetic, as a concrete form of hope. Imagine yourself there, in the middle of the snow, with the...

EmptiNest

Last week, a friend of mine sent me this artwork Invisibles (2018) by Jaume Plensa. It immediately brought me back to a text I wrote last year, while I was battling the thought of back to work. I felt this desire to share it, especially because I know there are a lot of women who...