My name is Yessery.

Pronunciation tip: say yes-air-ee and think of a b-err-y

Originally from agave,
raised by pine trees.

I like to link together




and people

through writing,


and translating.

3 links for you to connect with me: LinkedIn / Instagram / Model Mayhem

This whole place is a creative experiment, mostly to see if self-discipline begets self-discipline — even if the actions taken are silly.

Hay moros en la costa

My family lived by Mount Lassen, an active volcano that on May 30, 1914, awoke from a 27,000-year-long slumber when it was shaken by a steam explosion.

Our home was suffused with the sounds of Spanish and English and the movements of American Sign Language.

I even tried to teach our dog, Toby, some French,

but he said no ouais.


Summers were sensational days of swimming in Lake Almanor with my younger brother and my sister until they left for the Bay Area in late August.

I wrote the most when they were gone.

I traveled down the north fork of the feather river to

Oakland, California

to be closer to them.

Hasta el rabo, todo es toro

The summer I was 21, I bused down to L.A. and lived in Hollywood with Kaputski, my best friend from Mills College.

We wanted to make just enough money and something something about lingerie. Our plan failed, of course. We were broke and sunburnt on the car ride back to the Bay Area.

I went back to tutoring undergraduates about international finance while serving High Tea in Palo Alto.

I organized ideas for a start-up co-founder who imagined lightweight glasses covered in dazzling LED lights that lit up in a rainbow of shapes, colors, and patterns to your favorite songs.

Then it was all about a sweet commute at the speed of light elsewhere.

I discovered the world of High Frequency Trading and arguments for ‘Democratizing’ Low Latency in this secretly fascinating industry.

My claim to fame is that I’m in a national geographic photo.

Why not make yourself some tea and click on some links?

And hey – thanks for reading.

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