On Surviving A Crackhead In The BLDG by Julia Taveras

I am her. Her blood flows from my pen. Her cries tremble inside my eyes and they flood with rage. “This house is but a butchery/ Fear it, abhor it/ Do not enter it.” Shakespeare was talking about structure on this one; our structure. Social structures: the ones that shun those without title or consumption [...]

#Bussinglife: On Why I Took The Worst P/T Job I’ve Ever Had (Julia Taveras)

Contrary to the popular assumption that an aspiring writer and performer must also have a PhD in waiting tables, after four years of living in New York, I'd never had a restaurant job. Fresh from moving and starting college, my first job in the city was at my University's Art & Design Library, then I [...]