San Radio Court

 Me, performing at So Say We All's Southeast Stories Meetup on March 31, 2018. Photo by Kirin Macapugay.

Me, performing at So Say We All's Southeast Stories Meetup on March 31, 2018. Photo by Kirin Macapugay.

Been meaning to write in this! I've been busy preparing for MOSAICS II: Dueling Identities (we are now less than one week away), designing for an arts and humanities conference presented by San Diego Community College District, writing for So Say We All (SSWA), and getting acclimated at my new full-time job. I can't believe it's already April. John was right--I should have done my taxes in January.

This past Saturday, I performed with five other locally grown, talented individuals for SSWA's Southeast Stories Meetup. The event was held at Project Reo Collective, a relatively new coffee shop that is only doors away from some of the streets I grew up on. I read my first iteration of an original piece, "San Radio Court," that I wrote especially for the project. What a beautiful event. I loved sharing the mic with such wonderful, incredible humans. May I always be able to tap into the gratitude and humility I felt then.

Only thing is, I ended up crying at the end of my piece (I am still embarrassed about this, even though dear ones have told me I have no reason to feel small). It was an intensely meaningful place for me to read in public. My dad has never seen me perform my original work, I don't think. He read my first short book, "my cheeks are mabanglo," but experiencing a reading in public is different. I wonder if he was there, listening.