This is a poem about where I’m from as a 16-year-old, born and raised in Queens, New York in a small family of four.
Stories About Family
Near or far, related or not, get in your feels with stories from our community about what family truly means.
More than 4.6 million refugees have fled Ukraine with the onslaught of Putin’s brutal invasion. More than 70 years ago, my Dido (Grandfather) Osyp, Babtsia (Grandmother) Maria, and Teta (Aunt) Helen escaped Ukraine too, thanks to the heroic efforts of a Ukrainian-American woman named Mary (Marusia) Beck.
The first time I realized my parents did not hold the answers of the universe in their palms was not when I was asking obscure questions about aardvarks or pirate ships.
The day I was born is the day the twin towers fell.
Written after submitting my Early Decision application, this essay shares the epiphany I was already having—one expedited by a choice that held so much weight over my future.
Chelsea Lin, Girls Write Now Mentee and My Simple Realization contest winner, writes about her grandfather.
Because dying is loud. And living is too.
A pair of poems inspired by the title “bloodline” and the poets’ own heritages and culture. How do our family and our history connect and define us to ourselves and to others?
Podcast hosts Victory and Kaley discuss the themes in Toni Morrison’s Beloved and sample some treats from Brooklyn Sweet Spot.
Oliver Bradshaw turns his twin brother Alaric’s life upside down when he exposes a scandal at Alaric’s firm. Can the two men find common ground? Part 1 of 2.
The Bradshaw Twins saga continues… Will the twins put their differences aside for the good of thousands of people?
We have spoken so much about our relationships with our mothers that it only seemed natural we would both write letters to them that express our fond memories and wishes.
This piece is about patriarchal ideals within my culture and the way they have affected the women in my family.
This piece is a personal reflection, based on recent moments during which I have learned more about my heritage. This piece reflects an acceptance of who I am and what is a part of me.
This is a collaborative memoir of our relationships with our maternal grandmothers, who we lost in the spring of 10th grade. Our relationships mirror each other’s in many ways, especially as daughters of immigrant parents.