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‘Grace Over Ego’
📓 Wednesday, September 24, 2025 — 1:40 p.m. We live in a world where arguments are louder than conversations. We chase the “win” instead of the “why.” I’ve been thinking about this with my own family. My sister deals with anxiety and trauma passed down from my father. Trauma shows up in different ways: repression,… 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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The Record Don’t Change 🥷 — A Hood Chronicle
Somewhere between deliveries. PHOTOGRAPHY BY ME South Central Los Angeles. A long way from the dream they project on movie screens. You can hear the crackling of the lit celluloid — projecting outwards, telling us what it wants us to see. Hollywood sells. Oh, it sells. Palm trees. Blondes. Fortune. La La Land. La La… Continue reading
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“Throw the ink over and over till there is art.”
📓 Sunday, August 17, 2025 — 7:37 p.m. I got home a bit ago. Closed the door. I’m sitting in the dark—TV glow the only light. Like the glow inside a cave. My cave. YouTube chatter hums. The low drone of the A/C. Finally, I’m here in my chair. This chair… my escape. The spot where… 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
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“Morning workout – later computer frisbee”
📓 Tuesday, August 12, 2025 10:06 a.m. – USC Campus, Jefferson Boulevard Workout Type: Guest pass session at USC gym I’m sitting here taking notes in my workout journal before the workout — writing how I feel, responding to my Aunt Beatriz, my mother’s youngest sister from Mexico — while a girl pushes a cart… Continue reading
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“Asthma tried to take my breath — so I learned to breathe life back.”
A story about memory, sickness, and survival. Written and illustrated by Roberto Sánchez 📓 August 11, 2025 — 2:52 p.m., Monday The MacBook Pro beside me still looks brand new. I remember when I only dreamed of owning one. I take care of things — at least I try. Right now, I’m parked at the… Continue reading
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“Tired but still writing”
📓 Thursday, August 7, 2025 — 10:39 p.m. I’m sitting here watching TV — surprise, surprise, haha. Today’s been one of those “thinking days.” Good, bad, indifferent — my mind’s been running. For a second… okay, more than a second… I caught myself wondering: What am I really doing? Thinking, thinking, thinking. Let’s break it… Continue reading
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“Stillness — I start the day with reinforcement.”
📓 Wednesday, August 6, 2025 · 7:25 a.m. This morning, I sit beneath the patio umbrella, sipping the heat of last night’s Starbucks tea—warmed in my dented microwave. Last night, I didn’t want to be home. I needed to escape. My thoughts were racing—fast, fast, faster—the acceleration roared. Too fast to sit with, too heavy… Continue reading