SAM Frida

Borders are inventions that became cages, and the harms that spill from them, wars, flight, and the theater of “illegal immigration” are the predictable churn of lines we first imagined, then enforced with walls, checkpoints, and stories about who belongs and who does...

Some of us weren’t born into spacious skies; we were born into rooms with no windows, taught to breathe stale air and call it normal, until one day a hairline crack in the wall became an earthquake and everything we’d braced with smiles finally fell through the floor....

Every person walks around believing they know themselves. But here’s the twist: we only exist through reflection, other people’s reactions, tones, silences. You are not who you think you are.You are who you are perceived to be, and that perception changes with every...

Jamaica is hurting. Hurricane Melissa tore through the west, leaving behind more than wreckage, it left silence where there used to be music, and fear where there used to be laughter. Some places still have no help, no power, no relief. Just loss. Where is the one...

We live most of our lives inside stories we never chose. Stories shaped by culture, family, expectations until one day, awareness hits us like cold air. Suddenly we see that those narratives were never truth, just noise. I’m no guru. I’ve just fallen enough times to...

Today is 11/1—or 1/11, three ones standing like doorways you can walk through in any order, a reminder that the calendar is just a compass, not a cage. Today says: begin, again, and then again because iteration isn’t failure; it’s how reality learns your name.Start...