I am at war with someone in my neighborhood. A few weeks ago, I was standing in front of the bar talking with my friend when he pointed to a spot behind my head. An […]
Author: Marisol Aveline Delarosa
I sense fuckery.
do they know it’s christmas?
One of my friends in grad school is a woman named Olivia. The other night, we were both supposed to be reading or writing (the only two things you really have to do to get […]
fuck danny meyer.
Many years ago, there was a bunch of hoopla about the massive glass behemoth that noted architect, Frank Gehry, had designed for the Atlantic Yards development. People brought back the “Fuck Frank Gehry” t-shirts that […]
out of office ending.
The vaccines are rolling out. Restrictions are easing everywhere. The government seems to be like a cool parent right now testing the bounds of our ability to do the right thing when faced with potentially […]
another trip around the sun
Because I was due to be born on Christmas, my parents were considering naming me “Noelle.” I don’t know if it’s because I came out six days early, but they did not ultimately choose that […]
daddy
I wrote this while riding the train from New York to Maine on Monday, November 2nd, 2020. My father passed away four days later. My dad has been preparing me for the day of his […]
first call
In the last three weeks there have been two things that people want to discuss with me: how it’s been to reopen my business after six months of being closed and how I feel about […]
tik tok don’t stop
Twice in a fortnight, Trump has threatened to “ban TikTok.” If you were to check my battery usage during this quarantine time (QuarTime), you might see that TikTok is my most used app by a […]
the year of the karen
Ask anyone who works at a bar or restaurant what they think about Yelp reviews. They might as well rename the website “The Karen” because it is dominated by opinionated, entitled blowhards screaming poorly written […]
This Is Not Cake. 