This poem is inspired by Rupi Kaur, whose poetry is always fiercely feminist. “Look down at your body whisper there is no home like you” — rupi kaur vital growth starts with a word. look at this microscopic being it is greater, beyond universes how the womb carries a seed …

Remember the tooth fairy? That little secret was spoiled by my loving older brother. It was so heartbreaking, and I had to pretend that yes, I already knew that the tooth fairy wasn’t real, while inside, my heart was falling apart. There are many moments in your childhood when your…

Kids are evil. Not all the time, but boy, now that I started teaching underprivileged kids three days a week I remember what little terrors they could be. I definitely remember having that same outlook when I was little: it was me against the teachers. This story definitely taught me…

So let’s talk about the kindness of strangers. Why is it that we find it so rare? And yet miraculous? Most people I know will help out a stranger when they see them in need. I would even say it’s offensive to not help someone obviously in distress. I think…

I grew up in a very generous family. My parents were always giving, volunteering, and thinking of others. They’re like, so nice. In high school I liked to be generous, too, like buy my friends iPods and candy and gum and lighters. However, since I was 17 and had no…

Part 1: The Birthday Card So I had this giant crush on Jonathan from kindergarten to 8th grade. And I still have the birthday card he made me! It was one of my most treasured possessions in 2nd grade. Jonathan’s sweet birthday message (along with the other cards I received…

You know how embarrassing moments in your life like to randomly replay in your subconscious and make you feel terrible for existing? I don’t know why that happens to humans. Maybe there are people with really high self-esteem who replay cool moments in their life and feel really proud. If…

he looks down and sees wrinkles. these are old hands, my father says blue veins tracing rivers over the backs of his hands. that I know better even than mine. but I don’t see old - I’ve seen the terror of death in paper charts, in the hospital hallways where…

Here is a feel-good story about the kindness of strangers. So it starts with my hatred of shoe shopping. Clothes shopping in general is so stressful to me. Is it because of my being raised in such a bleak society, where all female bodies are judged and criticized? Is it…