Will We Survive?
June 25th, 2024 | by Jade Sanchez-Ventura
I sat on a long subway ride from my borough of Brooklyn to Emily Raboteau’s home in the Bronx, crying
June 25th, 2024 | by Jade Sanchez-Ventura
I sat on a long subway ride from my borough of Brooklyn to Emily Raboteau’s home in the Bronx, crying
November 3rd, 2022 | by Jade Sanchez-Ventura
Crying seems the most natural of responses to these last years in pandemic and global disruption. So why hadn’t I done more of it
January 20th, 2022 | by Jade Sanchez-Ventura and Ro Agents-Juska
Though I’ve lived, mostly happily, in the same apartment for seventeen years, I spent this past September and most of
June 25th, 2021 | by Jade Sanchez-Ventura and Ro Agents-Juska
Can I ask this? Where in this pandemic have I sought and found pleasure?
April 30th, 2021 | by Jade Sanchez-Ventura and Ro Agents-Juska
When we got the positive PCR back, we moved Mike into the grown up room to begin his in-house isolation. My big kid insisted on keeping me company when I put his sister to sleep
May 11th, 2020 | by Jade Sanchez-Ventura
When my partner came home that night I told him, “Whether we go or not, something has to change. I’m not going to make it.”
March 25th, 2020 | by Jade Sanchez-Ventura
I hope my body unlearns the requirements of social distancing.
March 21st, 2020 | by Jade Sanchez-Ventura
Fuck, these are scary days.
March 9th, 2018 | by Jade Sanchez-Ventura
When I was in high school, I had an earlier curfew than all my friends. When I got back to
September 15th, 2017 | by Jade Sanchez-Ventura
I woke up happy with the weight of work that’d been on me for the last month lifted for no