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.
Nonfiction
Movie Theaters: The Experience of Moviegoing
This piece of work reflects on the history of movie theaters as well as what the experience of seeing a movie in theaters is.
Obodo m, My Country
This poem invites you on a journey into a piece of my identity and culture.
A Foreshadowed Understanding
People often struggle with their genders growing up. Most grow out—or, rather—into their pre-established identities. I didn’t.
Sea Glass
In this piece, I tried to incorporate memories from my childhood with some of today’s environmental issues by comparing two alternate storylines– one of my memories growing up, and another displaying climate crises– over time.
Did You Find Out Something New Today?
Discovering some truths about history that are not in our history books.
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.
Stories from Venice
Last summer, I went on a two-and-a-half-week trip throughout Italy with my cousin and grandma. Our visit to Venice was particularly memorable and so I’ve highlighted some moments from that trip here.
And The Lightning Strikes
He was like home to me. I wasn’t ready to let him go.
Salt Water and Sea Breeze
A vivid, authentic multimedia piece meant to place the reader in a new world of a summer beach afternoon.
medallic weight
a poem revealing the hidden realities and anguished cries of eye bags.
Here and There
As an immigrant, you automatically have two homes, or maybe one home and a house. Either way, the question “where do I find my place and comfort within these homes” seems to never end.
A Reflection Of Life: On The Other Side
My parents and I share a special relationship and find comfort in having insightful talks daily. This piece is crafted based on a reflection to their answers on one of my favorite questions!