2019: Danny and I are sitting in his mother’s living room on Christmas morning in 2019. The fire crackles behind me as we swap presents with his mother and brothers. Our pajama-clad bodies pass gifts to each other under
Category: Nonfiction
Since this is a story about a road trip, I feel obligated to mention we weren’t supposed to take this road trip. About a month before my college move-in, my dad bought three plane tickets from San Francisco to
Your daughter was always the first to be dropped off in the mornings and one of the last students to get picked up by five. She was a tornado. She spun from corner to corner to corner of the
New York City, New York I would be lying if I said a part of me didn’t plan to fuck her despite the man waiting for me at home. I would be lying if I said that part of
Onion stem provides support to the plant Back when we are still buying minutes for cell phones and saving our allowances to afford emojis, my mother suggests that I get a job at the local grocery store. Feeling myself
1. Warsaw, Poland The two big windows of my childhood room are like soulless eyes, staring and judging me while I play M-rated video games and read short stories that my mother hid behind her regular books, out of
As a sixteen-year-old, first-generation Indian boy, I have been using skin whitening products for ten years. And until a year ago, I did not know that it wasn’t okay. I write this essay under a pseudonym because I am
I. My shoes. I didn’t realize how far my Mary Janes had taken me until they started to split at their soles. The once glossy-black toe box turned lusterless, the buckle bent upwards, and my frilly white socks that
Sheila’s parents had lived through the sounds of German jackboots on their city’s cobblestone pavement. When Czechoslovakia was “liberated” from German occupation after World War II by the Red Army, her grandfather started writing articles for an unauthorized literary
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