By Cherry Leung

She’ll make her own way. Nobody will know. Not her mother. Not her sons in the future. Not the boys who will love her. She bore her secret like a cross atop her heart, for her daughters.

By S. Tavera

In seventh grade, I won the spelling bee at my small Christian school, beating the only white boy in my class. I remember how good it felt to watch his pale face get flushed with embarrassment and anger.

A collection of essays

What does it mean to be human?

By Muhammad Elbadri
My silky is my cape, my kryptonite, and my truth—it is a mask that defies your judgment and the key that unlocks my identity.

By Daria Dmitrochenko

All the parts of the fabric they were made of, I was made of.

By Mia Gindis

Why is it that, at a moment when we should be bonding together to defeat a common enemy, many are instead choosing to paint one another as the enemy?

By Rebecca Newell

I find that the breadth of the ego and fear of retribution stay with you. Even if I leave this place, the burden will still remain.

By Isabella Lopez

It truly is the worst feeling, watching someone you have known since you were brought into this world, die slowly.

By Fiona Shi

Within a few scrolls, one may find women praised and empowered, but also torn down, and attacked.