My Father & I Both Connect With Jamaica Through The Same Good Pair Of Shoes

My childhood is outlined with the memory of my father's well-worn Clarks. There was, and still is, a pair for every important step we have taken, both together and separately. When I was younger, I never understood what attracted him to the brand. I …
By Amari D. Pollard

I Was Born A Latinx Woman. Here's Why I Wanted To Be A Punk Instead.

I was four years old in 1992, walking the few blocks from my house to my nearby preschool on the edges of Chicago, hand in hand with my older sister. My abuela usually walked us to school, but some mornings, my 16-year-old sister would be given the t…
By Angie Jaime

Bullies Made Me Hate My Eyebrows. Then I Took A Trip To Lebanon.

“Sasquatch. Emma = Beast.” I folded the note back up carefully, unsure what to do with it. It wasn’t meant for me, at least not directly. The note had been carelessly left on a classroom table, the debris of an earlier group project between the seve…
By Emma Diab

What My Androgynous Chinese Mom Taught Me About Breaking Tradition

I can count on one hand the amount of times I’ve seen my mother in a dress. Growing up, I mostly associated the phrase “tomboy” with my short-haired, sports-loving mother. For all my childhood, she wore what amounted to three outfits: pullover hoodie…
By Tiffany Do