Author: Chloe Chang

By Ella Harrington If you were to ask me, seven years ago, where I thought I would be spending Christmas, I would tell you the same answer as always: home.  Just a short stroll along the cobblestone streets near my Tudor-style house, tucked away amid lush green hills and sprawling fields, and there rested my … Continue reading Home for the Holidays

By Fayrouz Mishak I was born in Cairo, Egypt. My childhood was colored by the soothing blue of the Mediterranean Sea, the harsh yellow of an African sun, and the dark green of my private school uniforms. I have many tales to share, but when I begin to dictate my memories on paper, I can’t … Continue reading We Are Guilty, We Are Traitors

By Camille Ruiz The Red Window Growing up, looking out the Red Window, anger and love’s borders seamlessly blended together. I constantly cursed myself for the ugly, broken Spanish I spoke and everyone’s laughter following my attempts. Despite my resentment, it did not stop me from memorizing every lyric Selena or Vicente Fernandez had to … Continue reading The Windows

Blaire Marr When I was a child I thought my mother loved nobody. Now I know that’s true. I am five and my eldest cousin is moving out of our house. She is only 17 and is going to live with her mom, or dad, I don’t know. No one explains it well enough to … Continue reading I Wish My Mother’s Love Was For All of Us

Leora Moretti I’ve noticed that there’s an abundance of skeleton hands in my room. More than there should be on average. At least three. One of them was decoration from a Halloween themed gift, the other two are hair clips. Two more if you count my own hands. I didn’t really notice until someone asked … Continue reading The Curse of Getting Older

Oana-Maria Moldovan It was Summer that year, whenever we went it was Summer. I don't remember the first time I was carried along those paths. My mother always tells me I was a baby. In second grade I had to read Heidi. I hated the book with a rage I didn't know I had in … Continue reading We Were the Kings of the Mountains

Julia Kang Rosenthal In childhood, I was ambivalent towards summer,with its aches and its bliss. Childhood summers just always consisted of delicate neutrality, or perhaps that’s just my nostalgia talking.  I lived in a constant state of tranquility, existing in indefinite equilibrium with all the tiny aspects of summer: air conditioning blowing the papers of … Continue reading Figs

Audrey Wu My dad always brings home flowers for no occasion. He would arrange the tulips, daisies, and peonies with thoughtful care. We appreciated the nuances: the way the petals creased overtime like the corners of my eyes, the impermanence of the rose’s delicate beauty, and the gradient hues of the sunflowers. I learned that … Continue reading Caring for Flowers

Brianna Driver Brianna is a 17 year old high school senior who has been taking art and photography courses for several years. This piece was part of their AP 2D Art Portfolio, and is meant to depict their own experiences with intrusive thoughts and irrational fears.

Sakya Jayaweera “I don’t think I can do this after today. My mom told me she will disown me if I continue therapy.” Neha, a 20-year-old South Asian female, discusses living in a South Asian household while dealing with her mental health. She described herself as ‘weak’ and felt as if she were neglecting her … Continue reading The Stigma Surrounding Mental Health in South Asian Communities