To Be Perceived Correctly
I fear being perceived as one-dimensional. Emotional in the shallow sense. Like all this inner life I carry could be reduced to whether or not someone loves me.
My Work
Too Smart to Care, Still Caring Anyway
An honest reflection on comparison, attachment, and the tiny modern gestures we sometimes mistake for proof of worth.
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Brew City: Milwaukee's Beer Legacy - Media Milwaukee
In Milwaukee, beer is more than a beverage; it’s history, tradition, and identity all in one glass. From immigrant roots to modern craft breweries, the city’s brewing legacy still runs deep. Leslie Nicolas-Miletty explores how Brew City earned its name.
In Milwaukee, beer is more than a beverage; it’s history, tradition, and identity all in one glass. From immigrant roots to modern craft breweries, the city’s brewing legacy still runs deep. Leslie Nicolas-Miletty explores how Brew City earned i...
In Milwaukee, beer is more than a beverage; it’s history, tradition, and identity all in one glass. From immigrant roots to modern craft breweries, the city’s brewing legacy still runs deep. Leslie Nicolas-Miletty explores how Brew City earned i...
Community Unites for Milwaukee’s 30th Annual “Making Strides Against Breast Cancer” Walk - Media Milwaukee
The fight against breast cancer is making strides in Milwaukee. Hundreds turned out at Henry Maier Festival Park for the 30th annual Making Strides Against Breast Cancer Walk. Media Milwaukee’s Leslie Nicolas-Miletty shows us how the community is walking with purpose.
The fight against breast cancer is making strides in Milwaukee. Hundreds turned out at Henry Maier Festival Park for the 30th annual Making Strides Against Breast Cancer Walk. Media Milwaukee’s Leslie Nicolas-Miletty shows us how...
The fight against breast cancer is making strides in Milwaukee. Hundreds turned out at Henry Maier Festival Park for the 30th annual Making Strides Against Breast Cancer Walk. Media Milwaukee’s Leslie Nicolas-Miletty shows us how...
Mitchell Park Domes Celebrates Día de los Muertos
The Mitchell Park Domes hosted a vibrant Día de los Muertos celebration on Oct. 25, bringing Milwaukee families and community members together for a night filled with food, music and cultural tributes.
Running 6-9 p.m., the event featured live performances, traditional ofrendas, face painting and vendors spread across the domes and greenhouse, creating a lively, family-friendly environment.
People celebrate Día de los Muertos, or day of the dead, annually on Nov. 1 and 2. Originating in Me...
Running 6-9 p.m., the event featured live performances, traditional ofrendas, face painting and vendors spread across the domes and greenhouse, creating a lively, family-friendly environment.
People celebrate Día de los Muertos, or day of the dead, annually on Nov. 1 and 2. Originating in Me...
Dogs, Treats, and Music: Pawfest Makes their Debut at Milwaukee’s Lakefront - Media Milwaukee
Wagging tails, tasty treats, and even raffles! Milwaukee’s lakefront turned into a playground for pups on Sunday, September 20th. Leslie Nicolas-Miletty takes you inside the first-ever Paw Fest and shows you how this festival is about more than just fun.
Wagging tails, tasty treats, and even raffles! Milwaukee’s lakefront turned into a playground for pups on Sunday, September 20th. Leslie Nicolas-Miletty takes you inside the first-ever Paw Fest and shows you how this festival is about more than...
Wagging tails, tasty treats, and even raffles! Milwaukee’s lakefront turned into a playground for pups on Sunday, September 20th. Leslie Nicolas-Miletty takes you inside the first-ever Paw Fest and shows you how this festival is about more than...
USCIS Milwaukee Field Offices Relocates, Reopens Oct. 21
The U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services (USCIS) Milwaukee Field Office relocated this month. The office at 310 East Knapp St. #154 closed on Oct. 3, 2024, according to a USCIS news release.
As a result, USCIS will not offer in-person services from Oct. 4 through Oct. 18, 2024. During this transition period, the offices will remain closed and will reopen at the new location on Oct. 21, 2024. The new USCIS office is located at 310 W. Wisconsin Ave., Suite 850 W, Milwaukee, WI 53203.
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As a result, USCIS will not offer in-person services from Oct. 4 through Oct. 18, 2024. During this transition period, the offices will remain closed and will reopen at the new location on Oct. 21, 2024. The new USCIS office is located at 310 W. Wisconsin Ave., Suite 850 W, Milwaukee, WI 53203.
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Library Hosts Latine Heritage Month Pop-Up Exhibit - UWM Post
The UWM Libraries’ Distinctive Collections are hosting pop-up exhibits in honor of Latine Heritage Month Sept. 14-Oct. 15.
Located within the American Geographical Society Library (AGSL), a part of the Archives and Special Collections at the Golda Meir Library, each exhibit showcased unique materials from its respective collections.
The AGSL exhibit, curated by Andrea Dominique Urbina, a digitizing intern at the AGSL, focused on showcasing maps across Latin America that explored the reg...
Located within the American Geographical Society Library (AGSL), a part of the Archives and Special Collections at the Golda Meir Library, each exhibit showcased unique materials from its respective collections.
The AGSL exhibit, curated by Andrea Dominique Urbina, a digitizing intern at the AGSL, focused on showcasing maps across Latin America that explored the reg...
Today I Start Again
A personal essay about burnout, identity, and the tiny acts that help us begin again.
On Being Unchosen (and Other Things I Didn't Expect at 22)
There’s a certain tackiness that clings to you once you’ve been left behind. Not chosen. Not carried forward. Just…set down in the middle of a story that keeps moving without you.
I can’t tell where it comes from, the feeling of becoming part of someone’s past while they feel very present in mine.
Why does it feel like fear?
Like something in me shuts down before I even have the language for it. Suddenly I’m everywhere and nowhere at once, aware of my own thoughts but unable to settle inside them.
Maybe that’s what endings do. Or maybe this one isn’t even an ending. Who am I to know at 22 what anything is supposed to mean? At 15, I had it all figured out. Funny now.
You’re gone, and I still don’t understand why you didn’t take the hurt with you.
In the quiet moments, I replay everything, the closeness, the softness, the smells, the sounds, the almosts. The “I should have,” “I could have,” “I didn’t.” And then I wonder where I am in all of it.
Why am I alone in this version of the story?
In those first few moments, I told myself it was necessary. That distance had a purpose. That we just needed time to become something better, or clearer, or more certain. I tried to make meaning out of uncertainty, turning intuition and timing and signs into something that felt like direction. Sometimes it felt like delusion.
It was easier when I was always moving. Always distracted. Always becoming.
But stillness is where everything catches up to you.
That’s when it hit: with love comes pain. It’s like they made a deal and none of us were invited to negotiate. And in the aftermath, you start noticing the places in you that feel different now, rearranged, rewired, quieter.
There’s a fear in that. Not just of what’s next, but of what’s already changed. Which version of ourself did you have to let go of just to survive the ending?
And still… somewhere beneath it all, it almost starts to make sense. Not fully. Not cleanly.
But for now, it's close enough.
I can’t tell where it comes from, the feeling of becoming part of someone’s past while they feel very present in mine.
Why does it feel like fear?
Like something in me shuts down before I even have the language for it. Suddenly I’m everywhere and nowhere at once, aware of my own thoughts but unable to settle inside them.
Maybe that’s what endings do. Or maybe this one isn’t even an ending. Who am I to know at 22 what anything is supposed to mean? At 15, I had it all figured out. Funny now.
You’re gone, and I still don’t understand why you didn’t take the hurt with you.
In the quiet moments, I replay everything, the closeness, the softness, the smells, the sounds, the almosts. The “I should have,” “I could have,” “I didn’t.” And then I wonder where I am in all of it.
Why am I alone in this version of the story?
In those first few moments, I told myself it was necessary. That distance had a purpose. That we just needed time to become something better, or clearer, or more certain. I tried to make meaning out of uncertainty, turning intuition and timing and signs into something that felt like direction. Sometimes it felt like delusion.
It was easier when I was always moving. Always distracted. Always becoming.
But stillness is where everything catches up to you.
That’s when it hit: with love comes pain. It’s like they made a deal and none of us were invited to negotiate. And in the aftermath, you start noticing the places in you that feel different now, rearranged, rewired, quieter.
There’s a fear in that. Not just of what’s next, but of what’s already changed. Which version of ourself did you have to let go of just to survive the ending?
And still… somewhere beneath it all, it almost starts to make sense. Not fully. Not cleanly.
But for now, it's close enough.
Why Tell a Story?
The strange comfort of realizing our pain is not unique, our emotions are not failures, and none of us were ever meant to carry life entirely alone.
