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…

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…

A plea for help

This post is long overdue, I’m running out of options here and I would be lying if I said I don’t feel desperate and powerless—more often than before. My mother is a Doctor with an assortment of specialties, Anesthesiologist, Algology (the study and treatment of pain), Palliative Care, Occupational Health, Read more…