I am an American. But when someone threatened to call ICE on me, I realized that to some people, my ethnicity will always mean I don’t belong. In this episode, I talk about the ICE raids happening in Los Angeles right now, why they’re unconstitutional, and how they echo the early warning signs of fascism and genocide. This isn’t about politics—it’s about humanity. If we truly mean “Never Again,” then we must mean it for everyone.

I always thought i’d be a mom...

In this episode, I unpack the quiet ache of wanting to be a mom—when life hasn’t followed the roadmap, and time feels like it’s folding in on itself. I talk about what it means to carry maternal love in a body that may never get to use it the way it was meant to. This isn’t about pity or perfection—it’s about the longing for a “simple kind of life” that somehow feels out of reach. I reflect on expectations, aging, grief, and hope, all tangled together in this space of maybe, maybe not.

Black mascaras already run, but the tears keep flowing...

In this episode, we’re talking about the kind of grief that doesn’t always get acknowledged—the quiet kind. The kind you carry when you lose a cousin, an uncle, or someone who mattered deeply, even if you weren’t seen as their closest. It’s the heartbreak that lives just outside the frame, the mourning done in the background. If you’ve ever loved from the sidelines and grieved in silence, this one’s for you.