My great-grandmother has come to the point where she must meditate on death. For 82 years, she has lived out her life story, seen a multitude of births and deaths, triumphs and trials, smiles...

I can still somewhat remember the first American Christmas I spent in Seattle. It snowed, but not in the magical, cinematic way that left your nose red and your fingers lightly coated in ice. It was...

Early this week, I geared myself to shift from the relaxing mindset of Thanksgiving Break back to that of school. As finals are creeping closer, I am mentally mapping my move-out schedule. Right after...

Thanksgiving’s origin story claims that the pilgrims, newly arrived to America, shared a peaceful dinner with friendly Native people, who teach the pilgrims how to survive in the “New World”...

As a freshman at Tulane University, during a discussion on sexuality with a group of peers, I stated that I was 85% to 90% straight. In retrospect, it seems ridiculous to quantify my sexuality with...

A few days ago, when I got to my dorm room after my routine evening walk from the Commons, I received an unfamiliar iPhone notification. It alerted me that I had an unknown “accessory” near me...

      Last summer, I had the all typical “leaving-home” conversations with my family and one extra. My mother painted a distant picture of me not getting a job I was qualified...

I first learned of my diagnosis on Jan. 3, 2016. My dad sat next to me on the couch, and my mom sat in the recliner across the room. They asked me to pause the New England Patriots game and said there...

I have always been told to stay out of the sunlight. I was given turmeric face masks and fairness creams as a kid to be “lighter” and “pretty again,” perpetuating the idea that a darker skin...

People may assume it is smooth sailing for LGBTQ+ individuals in New Orleans as it is such a “liberal” city. Looking below the surface of the Crescent City, Louisiana has a long history of prejudice...

Whenever I return to the story, I fixate on the photograph: a Black woman in her sixties, a white sunhat atop her head, a hand resting on the slope between her cheek and chin, its bend lightly touching...

Last year, my friend told me she felt that hurricanes follow me. While I laughed at that, I now find myself reflecting on how hurricanes have impacted my life.  I was born and still live in Puerto...