Thoughts on the March: Looking for Brown Bodies

Thoughts on the March: Looking for Brown Bodies

Justice over comfort; equality over privilege. I wrote these words on my neon pink poster in preparation for the Women’s March in San Francisco—one of the hundreds of sister marches for the Women’s March in Washington that occurred all over the world the day after the...
Letter From College Student To Those Who Are Not Upset By Trump’s Video

Letter From College Student To Those Who Are Not Upset By Trump’s Video

I have been upset and emotional this past week about Donald Trump’s candidacy. You are probably confused as to why I have become so emotional about this. For the past few months, we have all been subjected to Trump’s highly inflammatory comments constantly; we have...
A Cookbook of Memories

A Cookbook of Memories

In December 2013, my mother wrote an editorial on the recipe book given to her by her father. Her words made me think of my connection to the book and to her father. It was at the time that I was applying to colleges and I wrote an essay on the subject as part of my...
The Last Straw

The Last Straw

I could hear the tinny waver in Aditi Sharma’s voice as she tried to remain stoic. The phone’s static added to the tension. “Katherine jumped in front of a train last night,” she said. Katherine Johnson was our mutual friend, one year older than us. I sat with the...
How Paati Learned to Swim

How Paati Learned to Swim

My grandmother, Paati, rebuilt her life seven years ago. After living in India her whole life, she moved to California to live with my family. In one move, she lost her country, her house, her friends, her language, and her identity. She had to construct her new world...