My TueNight Essay: My Abuela's Unwavering Faith Carried Me from Drugs to a Degree
Join us on Nov. 21 (in person or online) to hear this essay and five others shared over the course of a special night celebrating TueNight's 10th anniversary.
At just shy of 21, I moved to New York City with a stack of well-worn books, a need for independence and a fantasy of becoming a writer. It was 1995 and I had dropped out of community college across the river in New Jersey, more interested in going to raves than studying all night. I thought school might not be for me.
But there was one person in my life who never questioned whether I would go to college, she just wanted to know when.
“Cuando te vas al colegio?” my maternal grandmother, Lala, would ask. “Lala” because I could not yet pronounce Abuela as a toddler. With Lala it was never “will you go to college,” it was always “when will you go to college?”
“Es sólo cuestión de tiempo.” It’s only a matter of time. Somehow she didn’t care about my previous thwarted attempts.
I will also be reading my essay, alongside five other talented GenX women telling stories about ambition, on Tuesday, Nov. 21, at Caveat on the Lower East Side. Buy tickets here or sign up for the livestream to listen from home.
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