I was one of those who claimed he had never heard of Bad Bunny's songs. Or if I had, for sheer luck, I couldn't connect it to a human. I did know him, the way knew Taylor Swift's works, as both possessed a fierce sense of self on social media, except Bad Bunny had the MET Gala outfits. I was also never a fan of Reggaeton, and would not be convinced that it could evolve into something that didn't conjure sexist images of gyrating women. I always thought of the videos of

It's been months since my last blog. Months of playing spectator sport to toxic world politics had put me in a space of silent observation. As an immigration advocate, it's hard not to get triggered by daily posts about how immigrants are treated in this country. A lot of comparisons to the rounding up of Jews in Nazi Germany, and in fact, they're undeniably parallel. The images, static and moving, are stark, invasive, and personal. Only this time we are watching in

This week while writing a literary agent query letter, something dawned on me about the content of both my query letter and my synopsis...

A lot of Independence Day reflections happening in America. Mine will always be more complicated. But I reflect nonetheless. The...