"We laugh, and she holds my hand, reminding me that I need to stop wearing red nail polish, suggesting I switch to dark blue."

"After a grueling day of classes and several hours of afternoon extracurriculars, I finally arrive home at 7 P.M."

an article by Shivani Parikh

a poem by Sarah Mathai

"i / cut my mother tongue off with a kitchen / knife, left it to ooze like a bullet wound underneath / my White pillowcase."

"Bernabe, Billy, the one before me / His spirit revived in mine / Making my name a symbol of honor and veneration—"

"It’s an entirely new kind of fight, trying to embrace the differences between you and others."

"Cancel Culture came from a somewhat ironic and humorous origin which has since been redefined by activists into what it means today. "

”As back-to-school season creeps upon us once more, one cannot help but feel anxious about the upcoming year. “

”Have you ever had the feeling of alienation?"

a memoir by Rita Audi

a poem by Sabrina Mei

a poem by Julianne Tenorio

Sometimes we may lose ourselves... Food is a way to bring a piece of HK back to America for me.

I will stand by you as you share your soul and everything you have to offer to the world,

an article by Eva Zhong and Emily Xu

“Boys will be boys.” This phrase gets thrown around more often than not, especially during our youth.

Physicians tested new protocols and forcibly explored Black bodies in the name of collective wellbeing for White women.

Sentencing someone to death sounds like something from an ancient era—one where people were accused of witchcraft and killed with guillotine

A yellow flash passed the corner of my eye. I turned to my left, and there it was, a painting of a young girl reading.

My name inspires me and encourages me to be comfortable with who I am. It tells me that I don’t have to “blend in.”

English was painful, but Vietnamese seemed lost forever.

The struggles I face on a day-to-day basis are radically different than those of my cousins from the so-called “Motherland.”

In Vietnam, I quickly found myself feeling like an outsider. I went from seeing the “L” on my shirts to seeing “XXL” or even “XXXL.”