This piece is at heart a study of me, a view from inside my room and inside my mind.
A reflection of cultural identity through the lens of a first-generation, Chinese-American girl.
Pieces of Legos that click in more ways than one.
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New York skyscrapers are far from the sky-scraping Smoky Mountains, and in combining our stories, we shared our fierce pride for our homes and the inherent poetry there is in growing up in these places.
What’s the cost? And how do we decide?
I discuss my devotion to and fascination with neuroscience while comparing it to religion.
A lot of my writing is related to loss—in this case, it’s old friends. Though I’ve yet to attend a loved one’s funeral, I find myself grieving people who are still alive.
Odes to the greenery in my house that keep me constantly conflicted.
A tale of an immigrant’s adjustment to New York City and the impacts of childhood and cultural board games.
Not every fairytale is as obvious as the ones we see on our TV screens. And not all princesses get their happy ever after.
In which a smart girl battles her self-restraints and discovers her passion.
Because of a bad storm, the power went out, and my friends and I told ghost stories to each other. It was one story that warped my young, naive perception of class and wealth.
a poem of aching candor narrating the varied, implicit forms of heartbreak.
I am showcasing my love for Black features, our hair, skin, and lips. They are often portrayed in a positive light when they are on white bodies, but they should be celebrated on our bodies.