This poem is about my experience growing up being forced to be Kosher.
Memoir & Personal Essay
Dios Te Bendiga
This piece started as many little stories about my grandmother’s cooking and evolved into a story about my grandmother herself and the moments when we drink hot chocolate together.
The Case of the Ugly Black Shoes
I looked down at the horrible, ugly shoes that graced my feet swinging slightly above the floor: my sworn enemy.
Perfect Day
A short story about the separation from my best friends.
Reflections On A Semester Abroad in Copenhagen
This piece offers reflections on my semester abroad in Copenhagen, highlighting the class that changed how I think about everything and how it will continue to impact me.
embracing womanhood
Dismissing missed periods became a habit, until fear, not maturity, forced me to listen to my body’s silent cries.
A Letter to Mom
A raw letter addressed to my mom: hurtful memories one part of me hopes she still remembers, imperfections still left uncovered, and everything I never said to her.
To Little Rapunzel
This piece describes the long journey of how I found acceptance and gained pride in my cultural identity through narration from my six-year-old self to now.
Remsen Ave.
All I want to say is that I’m forever grateful to Nana and Papa, may they rest in peace, for opening up their home to me and allowing me to hold many great memories.
A Letter to My Grandparents
This letter was inspired by a prompt and written after I came back from visiting my grandparents in Japan last summer. It is a letter of eternal thanks and love.
A Necklace of Pearled Dreams
“A Necklace of Pearled Dreams” narrates the story of my grandmother’s beautiful pearled necklace, a cherished family heirloom, and how its meaning transformed and developed through generations.
A Foreshadowed Understanding
People often struggle with their genders growing up. Most grow out—or, rather—into their pre-established identities. I didn’t.
Skinny Girl Memoir
Growing up surrounded by women of color, I always felt isolated by the fact that my body was different from those of the beautiful women around me. This poem was my moment of solidarity; my body is no one’s but my own and I don’t need anyone else’s approval.
She’s a 7.8
They were silent. I felt strong.
The House
“The House” is a narrative essay I wrote about family and growing closer to them.