The beginning of a new year has always been more than the transition to a new calendar year. A new year is a symbol of changing times, an opportunity to reflect on our past. Especially considering...

Each year, on the fourth Thursday of November, families and friends across the U.S. gather to express their gratitude for one another and various aspects of their lives. While this occasion has had...

Following the tragic murder of George Floyd over the summer, the country saw massive peaceful protests held in several major cities. Living in Houston, Texas, I saw firsthand how powerful these demonstrations...

For several horror movie enthusiasts, myself included, Halloween is a time to indulge in all our fascinations with gore and fear. While the monsters we see on screen may seem to be nothing more than...

The 2020 presidential election hangs over the American people as both Republicans and Democrats rally one another to vote for their preferred candidates. Now more than ever, citizens understand the...

If you look on the Tulane University admissions page for diversity and inclusion, you can catch a few of the initiatives they’ve put in place: testimonies from students of color, LGBTQ resources...

For many closeted gay high school kids, college was the beaming light at the end of the tunnel. Confined to  small suburban hometowns and stifled by the ignorance of our young peers, we knew that...

Just about four years ago from today, I committed to attending Tulane University and graduating amongst the Class of 2020. It was one of the most exciting days of my entire life. I called my dad after...

Today, almost three weeks after Tulane’s initial announcement of transitioning academic instruction online, I decided to take a walk through campus. I was met with a chilling sadness as I passed through...

My name, “Apoorva,” means "unique" in Malayalam, my native language. When my parents named me, they didn’t just choose a name but an aspiration. In my family, my name, as well as those of my siblings,...

I grew up celebrating Black History in my great-grandfather’s church in Detroit. For 18 years, three generations of my family spent every February in a gospel-induced fervor, belting and dancing to my...

*bell hooks as an author intentionally leaves her name lowercase  I see the photo of him on my Tulane ID card. The smile is ear-to-ear, wider than his mouth has ever been. In his eyes, I can see a...