Hope Against Hope

“Does the acorn dream of the oak? And if it doesn’t, from where is the whisper of spring?” Sophie Ward (From The Love River) By: Gabriela Yareliz It’s a quiet morning, with the exception of the gurgling of the radiator and my screaming neighbors (they are positively unwell or just typical New Yorkers). We goContinue reading “Hope Against Hope”

Two Years at a Bank

By: Gabriela Yareliz I was chewing on a pretzel and catching glimpses of my acne-stained cheeks in the reflection of the changing screen on my computer when his LinkedIn update appeared where the reflection of my face had been a split second ago. Two years working at a bank, it said. I looked at hisContinue reading “Two Years at a Bank”