Growing up in Revolution

We’re approaching the twentieth anniversary of the rise to power of the Bolivarian Revolution.  Twenty years, something that’s easy to say, but those words convey a heavy toll on every Venezuelan. I can’t believe two whole decades have come and gone like a snap, and boy let me tell ya—it’s Read more…

What remains of us

Update: There is now a narration of this article courtesy of Finnigan Morris. Check it out below. Venezuela, that little place in South America that once upon a time was a shining diamond in the region, a new start for many migrants following the devastation caused by World War 2, a Read more…

Longing for Normalcy

I’ve never had a ‘normal’ life—far from it rather. Back when I lived with my Father his family despised me, my mother, and eventually my brother for the unforgivable sin of existing; I was scorned and execrated by almost all of them and their supermarket empire—which in recent times became Read more…