I'm Victor Rivera.
I came to this country as the chosen one. The one who couldn't miss.
Privately, I never believed I would — my only strategy was to work, and hope something good came of it.
It did, for decades, until it didn't.
Truth. Not advice.
Letters from
Sunday Morning
Dar a luz.
bringing-ourselves-into-the-light

A force of nature.
learning-to-see-through-someone-else-s-eyes

The golden seam.
a-year-of-kintsugi-in-public

The Work
You can only
see what you can name.
Letters from
Sunday Morning
Every week I write a letter.
The kind that lands closer than you expected.
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