faith
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“Lessons I’d Trade a Wish For.”
You have three magic genie wishes, what are you asking for? If I had three magic wishes, they wouldn’t be about money, fame, or power. They’d be about time, understanding, and heart. Wish One: I’d spend one more full day with my grandmother Consuelo — just me and her. When I was nine, we watched… Continue reading
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“The Boy at KFC”
What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to? Last night, I talked to my brother about his life growing up in Tijuana — sleeping on a concrete floor with just a pillow and a blanket. Selling clothes and shoes on the street. Getting robbed. Tires slashed. Bullied in school.… Continue reading
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The Guardian Code: Breaking the Loop, Building the Light
by Roberto Sánchez I just felt like writing, so I did. From the side of my van – side doors open. Surrounded by boxes, deliveries, and noise. I wrote anyway. My van is sometimes my studio. I was driving through L.A. today, the city doing what it does best — pretending it’s not falling apart.… Continue reading
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“I Don’t Go to Ask Anymore”
What’s something most people don’t know about you? Most people don’t know that I’ve started going to church once or twice a week. Not for a sermon or a mass — more like a quiet reset. I used to go to ask for things. But somewhere along the way, it changed. It became a place… Continue reading
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“The Panic Was the Proof.”
When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)? The first time I felt like a grown-up was when I got sent to collections for unpaid parking tickets. I was 21, parking in front of the house like it was free real estate. There was street cleaning twice a week… Continue reading
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“While It Rains in L.A.”
It’s been raining all day. I’ve got a bucket out to catch the leaks — little echoes of the storm, steady and calm. Yesterday, my brother and I watched F1 for the first time together. He’d seen it before, but this time something hit different. There’s that scene — the one where Pitt’s character starts… Continue reading
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“Shit was not good today — shit happens sometimes.”
📓 Tuesday, August 5, 2025 – 6:47 p.m. Today, I woke up positively, like I’ve been doing lately. A little tired, since I’ve been having a hard time sleeping at night. Don’t know why. Some might say it’s the past on my mind. Or maybe I’m overthinking the future. Sometimes it feels like something touches me.… Continue reading
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“Two Brothers, Hollywood Night”
📓 Monday, October 6, 2025 – 2:51 p.m. Last night, a bit past ten o’clock, my younger brother Victor asked me to drive. He wanted to see Hollywood at night. Hollywood streets were half closed under construction — flashing cones, neon bleeding against cracked sidewalks. I drove while he sat in the passenger seat, watching… Continue reading
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“Listening”
📓Tuesday, September 23, 2025 — 11:36 a.m. Listening. Listening to Under Pressure by Queen — the line “la, la Saturday night.” Always hits me in a strange felicity way. The other night I was talking to my mom about how impressive Charlie Kirk is—how he started his whole thing 12 years ago with nothing more… Continue reading
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First Kiss Remembered
Written and illustrated by Roberto Sánchez From my memoir-in-progress, “I Am He” The bathroom light was too white — the kind that stings your eyes. My father’s favorite color. His mistress. To me, white has always felt like emptiness. I stood in that glare, facing a trifold mirror. Tilted the side panels to catch my… Continue reading