2 days ago
Lucky to be alive
To those left behind by the ones they loved, this is for us. It was an ordinary Sunday for me,…
4 days ago
What remains of me
I began living on my own at 16, not fully, perhaps, but far enough from home to feel it. Senior…
6 days ago
Growing up means calling your mom first
At 16, I rolled my eyes. At 21, I text her everything. Five years ago, I was convinced I had…
1 week ago
When dreams falter
It has been a year since I shifted my sablay onto my left shoulder. As we were cued to stand,…
2 weeks ago
The cycle I can’t break
I died hoping for a brighter, more peaceful life. The moment I graduated, I truly believed I’d finally be free,…
2 weeks ago
The quiet accusation
They don’t have to say it out loud. I’ve learned to recognize the silence. Every time a professor mentions “ISIS,”…
2 weeks ago
The wind might’ve knocked my Jenga
A trickle of sweat raced down my hairline to join the one pooling above my upper lip. Inhale. Exhale. Zeroing…
3 weeks ago
Monday rants and self-loathing
I’m used to being broke, and right now, most ardently, I need to complain about it. It’s always Monday that…
3 weeks ago
Where are my two lines?
I did it again. I promised myself I wouldn’t take an ovulation test. But I couldn’t stop myself. I’m more…
3 weeks ago
From the window seat
Among the simple pleasures of my 36-kilometer daily commute to school is sitting by the window while a random song…
