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My Creepy Neighbor, Robert E. Lee

I believe that every Black person has a Black voice in our ear, acting as our conscience, checking us if we’re not looking out for other Black people.

Jun 22, 2021
Shakespeare’s ‘Twelfth Night’ Taught Me About Being a Twin

For me and my twin, the surprise was not our matching tumors, but that hers was malignant and mine was benign.

The Fraught Identity of ‘Where’s the Party Yaar’

I get the melancholic task of laughing through my grief.

Jun 10, 2021
FMA and Me: Reckoning With Anime as Japanese and American

The affectations of white anime enthusiasts made me feel fake, confusing my yearning for the language and familiarity I craved.

Jun 09, 2021
When a Friendship Ends But the Love Survives

With the help of all of my friends—my best one included—I’ve gotten better at being my whole self.

Jun 03, 2021
The Obsession with “Getting Ahead” in Your Twenties Is Failing Young People

Why do we need measuring sticks like college and marriage and leaving home to track our worth?

In America, There’s No Such Thing as Pure Water

If anyone knows how to create a narrative in response to ecological misfortune, it’s the bottled-water industry.

May 20, 2021
Becoming The Gay Teacher I Wish I'd Had

What I could offer wasn’t life changing—it was just a break, a little time to gather the strength to keep going.

May 19, 2021
Finding a Way to My Father Through ‘Peppermint Candy’

Could knowing his pain impart some truth to my understanding of my own life?

May 18, 2021
To Grow, To Burn Things Down, To Start Again

I wanted to quit, to move back to what I knew because the unknown was actually too scary.

May 17, 2021
Dear Taeyeon, It’s Okay Not to Be Okay

Giaae Kwon on Taeyeon, living with depression and suicidal thinking, and how she cares for herself by caring for others—including GomSom, her beloved dogs.

May 12, 2021
The Mothers and Their Daughters; The Leavers and the Stayers

I love to be a leaver. To be the one that steps out into the unknown, even as I am terrified.

May 05, 2021
Me, My Father, and Our Pills

It no longer seemed as important to control the sequence of steps inside a round-bottomed flask as it was to look at my life and build a future worth living.

May 04, 2021
To All the Coffeeshops I’ve Called Home

I drove past the third places that I’d grown up in and, through the eyes of an adult, saw a person shaped by spaces that are in-between.

Save Me From the Cure Evangelists

It upsets cure evangelists to see evidence of disability, right there in front of them.

Apr 28, 2021
What Moving During a Pandemic Taught Me About the Meaning of Home

My grandmother once told me that bringing bread into a home means that its residents will never go hungry.

Apr 27, 2021
Organic Chemistry Taught Me to Fully Inhabit My Mixed Identities

I am not half of anything. I am only me, a single whole with multiple truths.

Apr 23, 2021
How to Hide Your Grief in a French Roll

All that mattered, we told ourselves, was what we saw when we looked in the mirror, what we saw when we looked at each other.

Apr 22, 2021
The Magic and the Mystery of Baby Teeth

Parents ask when their child’s teeth will go back to normal. Who has the heart to tell them never?

Apr 20, 2021
Confessions of a Covert Stutterer

I’d become so successfully covert that the idea that I stuttered sounded more like an unfounded opinion than an incontestable truth.

Apr 15, 2021