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this is a collaborative post: concepts and words by Jamie Martinez and josh martinez. I’m so excited to unveil my 200th post for be the future. It’s wild that I’ve been at this for more than four years. I couldn’t have done it without the love
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My extended family was very social when I was growing up. The Sri Lankan community in Austin, Texas is one of the largest outside of the island itself. Once or twice a month someone in the community would throw a dinner party at their house. These were nothing like the
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This post is narrated! Listen below… Every month I join an affinity group for BIPOC folks that’s hosted by my faves SeattleWorks. My pal Clara told me about them a couple years ago. This year, with my business secure and time less frantic, I started attending more often. They’
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I’m allergic to cats. Maybe I never told you. When I went to the animal shelter the day we met, I actually met with two separate cats before you and your sister. The first cat, an older longhaired gentleman, set me off sneezing immediately. I lasted a few minutes
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I often tell the story about the first time we met. We brought you into the viewing room at the shelter and your brother immediately flopped on the floor for cuddles. You, new to the room, looked around with wide eyes and ignored us until you got your bearings. I
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this post is narrated! listen below… this is a collaborative post: concepts and words by Jamie Martinez and josh martinez. This is blog post number 100 on be the future! I’m so grateful that I can share it with my husband Jamie. During the pandemic they instilled in me
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What does it mean to belong in a place? I’ve lived (for at least a few months) in nine communities across six states and two countries. No matter where I go, I seek connections between myself and the people who live there. I may identify with certain aspects of
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“Hey, you should come over for dinner,” I say in kind of an abrupt way. It’s the after-times, when the pandemic is over, but it was the first time it started to feel like the before-times. “That’d be great! What’s the occasion?” You ask. I give you
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My achchi passed away last weekend at 87 years old. She and I were 50 years and a couple weeks apart. Mourning a loved one in the age of coronavirus gives me a sense of how it must have felt before planes or trains existed. That said, I was lucky
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