PinnedInAbout Me StoriesbyDen Baranda·Jan 10, 2022About Me — Danielle BarandaSauntering vaguely towards the right direction (hopefully) wherever that may be.A response icon3A response icon3
InILLUMINATION’S MIRRORbyDen Baranda·Jun 24, 2023On Saturn Returns and RedirectionsA bad time to be a control freak. But then again, maybe that’s the point.A response icon2A response icon2
InFanfarebyDen Baranda·Jun 19, 2023Succession’s Greatest WinMaybe the poison drips through.A response icon5A response icon5
InILLUMINATION’S MIRRORbyDen Baranda·Jan 24, 2023For the Love of All That is Legaland the lessons it has taught me so farA response icon1A response icon1
InJournal of JourneysbyDen Baranda·Dec 31, 2022The Mandatory 2022 Year-End EssayBecause it isn’t the New Year without one.A response icon1A response icon1
InILLUMINATIONbyDen Baranda·Feb 26, 2022Thirty-Six Years Ago, Our Country Overthrew A DictatorNow, it feels like everyone seems to have forgotten.A response icon3A response icon3
InFanfarebyDen Baranda·Feb 20, 2022What WandaVision Gets Right About GriefMuch like Wanda Maximoff, I cope with my grief by compartmentalizing and putting it off.A response icon5A response icon5
InNew Writers WelcomebyDen Baranda·Jan 17, 2022Why I Stopped Caring About MonetizationWhen the Medium Partner Program rolled out, I was excited and read up on how to sign up. Unfortunately for me, Stripe isn’t supported here.A response icon1A response icon1
InHello, LovebyDen Baranda·Jan 14, 2022157 Days Before The EndI met my significant other on a cold October night in 2019 — exactly 157 days before the pandemic.A response icon2A response icon2
Den Baranda·Aug 23, 2021Almost Famous, Manic Pixie Dream Girls, and the Test of TimeThe year is 1973. A boy sits in a bus filled with people on a cross-country rock tour and sings along to Elton John’s Tiny Dancer.
