Personal Essays

The Happiest Place On Earth

It was Christmas Day and we were somewhere between New Mexico and Arizona. I sat in the backseat of my family’s gold Expedition staring out the window at the winter desert. I’d thought once the semester was over, this whole mess would dissipate and I’d be able to breathe. I’d kept telling myself just make it to December — once you’re with your family, everything will be ok. But it was December and I was in a car with my family on our way to Disneyland and I still felt a heaviness in my chest.

Beyond Borderlands: Reconciling Queerness in the Rio Grande Valley

This weird anxiety always creeps up on the way to the Valley. Don’t get me wrong—I’m excited about seeing my parents, brother, sister, and grandparents and getting my fill of homemade Mexican food. But the fact that I don’t know how to be in the Valley makes me feel uneasy. I was a closeted teen when I lived in the Valley, and I haven’t quite learned how to be an out adult when I visit home