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Up until this year, I had only inhabited one world, English, and I wondered just how my life would change if I gained access to another language. My wonder was not just out of curiosity, but also of longing.

September 19, 2017

Sometimes, instead of asking about the intricacies of American history, he recites his surahs for the day. Some days I enjoy his slow, melodic recitation, savor its gentle embrace, as the night sky and the night road stretch out before us. Other days, though, I find myself wishing, with a great deal of guilt, that he wouldn’t recite, that he would leave God’s Word be for just thirty minutes and simply speak to me.

September 19, 2017

I am bringing the ball down the court. My legs — worn out from jumping for rebounds, sliding across the court guarding my mark — […]

April 21, 2017

I didn’t realize my breasts were too big until it was too late. Mid-leap in ballet class, I noticed cleavage protruding from my spaghetti-strap leotard. […]

April 21, 2017

My grandmother decided to change her name on the train ride to college. In 1942, somewhere between Jersey City and Ann Arbor, girlhood and adulthood, […]

April 21, 2017

We take our friendships for granted because we assume that we will always have them. You rarely hear people talking about breaking up with a friend because we don’t apply the same standards and expectations to friendships as we do relationships. However, as I interacted with Grace after the summer apart, I realized that friendships do require the same commitment we devote to relationships. I had failed her as a friend, and I would not have blamed her if she had broken up with me.

April 4, 2017

It was the summer before my freshman year of college, in what may be regarded as one of the least romantic place on Earth: the […]

April 4, 2017

By the spring of my senior year, it felt like mission complete. I was captain of the lacrosse team, I looked great — wool cardigans, pink oxford shirts, blue cable-knit sweaters, boat shoes — and I had gotten into Yale. The prep oasis of the Ivy League awaited.

February 27, 2017

Humanity is not conditional on politics; humanity is in the details. It is hard to hate someone whom you imagine to be as complex as you are.

February 27, 2017

Maybe it’s ironic that we called the ginkgo to be the witness to our community — this loneliest of trees, the last of its kind, made even lonelier by its refusal to die: 140,000 people were killed when the atomic bomb hit Hiroshima, but six charred ginkgo trees survived.

December 15, 2016

When I heard Sextus’ skepticism analyzed in Wednesday morning’s lecture just hours after the Trump was pronounced President-elect of the United States, I began to think otherwise. Before the media’s barrage of explanatory articles began — before I could even process the result myself — I looked to Sextus for guidance about how to approach the unpredictable and the unexplainable.

December 15, 2016