I love to sing “I woke up like this” with Beyoncé, but trying to blend in used to be my mantra
I may have been born during the fiercest season of the lunar year, but this Leo took years to find my roar. In fact, she’s still learning!
I’ve been a journalist/editor for 16 years now, and it’s hard for me sometimes to acknowledge all I’ve accomplished. There’s so much more I want to do with my career, like becoming the go-to brown author of the romance-novel-to-the-big-screen world. Watch out, Nicholas Sparks.
But in all honesty, I was never taught to love on my accomplishments. And I learned never to boast beauty, so I have downplayed my physical being for three…
I can not stop talking about Peloton — let’s rewind to see how I got here
At the start of the Covid-19 pandemic, when it felt like everything was out of my control, I was adamant about one rule: I wouldn’t buy any massive pieces of gym equipment.
I know myself. From the Nintendo console that’s been collecting dust under my childhood bed since I was seven to the pair of ice skates that have never seen a rink, I tend to pack away expensive equipment after just a few weeks of tinkering. …
An injury reminded Type-A me that I’m worthy of help and rest
Right now, life is okay. And what helped put my life on that track may seem an unlikely choice. But I choose to see the bright side of most things, and so this bad boy is going on my pros list.
Today, I am grateful for my boot.
A week ago, I took a gnarly tumble down some stairs and fractured my fibula, a small part of my foot. Ouch. My first broken bone wasn’t the result of something more exciting. I wasn’t snowboarding or hiking; I was rushing to Petco to get my dog some meds. And even after…
Learning how to move underwater around tiny swimmers taught me that it’s okay to give a new thing a try
I was never the most athletic person. Rewind that VHS tape to the ’90s, and you’d find a shy kid who was really into books and listening to my heroes, Mariah Carey and Janet Jackson. I’d pray for a stomach ache to keep me out of gym class — if the idea of playing an organized sport didn’t give me one before the bell rang. In high school, I even found a way to keep physical activity from affecting my nearly-perfect grade point average: extra credit papers. …
Anyone who said NY was dead after Covid-19 arrived wasn’t a New Yorker to begin with
There’s one way to put even the mellowest New Yorker into a fit of rage: insinuating, in any way, that New York City is dead.
Last March, grief overtook the city I’ve lived in my entire life. Although the events of 9/11 caused me PTSD due to the trauma of almost losing my dad twice in the Twin Towers (first in the 1993 bombing, and then in 2001), the uncertainty we experienced for months in New York City was a new danger that no one in our lifetime had lived through. And as the nation surpasses 500,000 lives lost to…
Jada Gomez
Senior Platform Editor at Medium. Girl with the long last name from the Empire State. NYU Alum. Runner. Puppy Mommy. Smiler.
