My mother glared at me from across the kitchen. It was the same look she’s given me since I was little — the one that allowed her to tell me exactly how she felt about me pinching my twin sister...

Herding two of my classmates through the main campus hallways we had never explored would have made any morning stressful, but adding the task of walking into the newsroom made it almost unbearable. I...

Yesterday was World Press Freedom Day, but it comes at a time when most people respond with one word when I tell them I want to go into journalism: “Why?” And as much as I wish I could make...

Ever since I was little, I loved to read. My mom would pick me up from school and take me to the library, where I’d get 10 books for the week. I’d read them at breakneck speed, anticipating the...

This school year hasn’t been what any of us expected, and it has posed unique challenges to students and teachers. The new COVID-19 requirements were certainly a culture shock, but social distancing...

Stepping into a Hindu class for the first time, I immediately felt out of place. Around 60 kids sat on mats on the floor, the guru waiting for everyone to settle down. For the next half hour, we chanted...

As a toddler, I used to sneak into my mom’s bathroom, grab her GreatLash brownish black mascara, and smear it all over my face to make myself pretty like her. I had a mini ironing board and iron...

Editor’s note: This story won honorable mention for print personal opinion columns in the ILPC contest. December, 2019. I’m taking the freshman reading STAAR test in the gym. There’s a rug...

We’ve all heard that America is a melting pot with different identities blending together to form one diverse nation. However, from the time we start grade school social studies, we hear stories...

A picture of Kamala Harris’ parents, a Brown woman and Black man, appeared on my TV as I watched the Democratic National Convention. I looked to my mother and father who looked like the couple on...