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Personal essays

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About home: Arizona sketches

I. In high school, I cracked an egg on the road on the hottest day of the Arizona summer and watched it crust on the pavement. I don’t know...

Graphic by Claire Sheen

Aesthetic revolution

Championing aesthetics is often a bourgeoisie endeavor. The act of considering superficial presentation before carefully contrived personal authenticity lends itself to upper-class ignorance. Trumpeting the purchase of a new...

graphic by Haewon Ma YH Staff

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Let’s talk about the Stoner Girl. She’s a product of society’s fledgling acceptance of marijuana and a growing female presence in mass media. She’s a white girl, usually a...

Graphic by Haewon Ma YH Staff

Concrete Quiet

Mornings are not for noise.  They are not for making doctor’s appointments or doing laundry. Mornings are for silent conversations between the voice in my head and the voice...

Graphic by Shelby Redman

Shuttled

It was the first time that my grandma expressed concern for me. “Oh, you are not putting my baby on a Greyhound,” roared Bernice. The last time I had...

Photography Courtesy of Eugene Lim. Graphic by Claire Sheen

The Asian tourist

Flipping through my family’s photo albums, I encounter the usual snapshots: family portraits, birthday parties, playground trips. Some photos are a little more unusual. The landscape shifts; the tropical...

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Worlds of Warcraft

There’s no language for the joy of leaving one world temporarily for an imagined other. I was nine years old when my brother taught me how to play World...

Graphic by Claire Sheen

A chicken fell from the sky

Tennessee made for a good port of entry. His first winter was mild, but legitimated by snow; the autumn was crisp and warranted the purchase of an expensive pea...

Graphic by Natalie Schultz-Henry

The Egypt Thing

“M A L A K.” Say it at Starbucks and they’ll spell it wrong every time, introduce myself in a loud place with music and I’ll be a combination...

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Skull and Boners

I am the sum of my achievements. This is what my schooling has taught me. I’ve had 17 years of elite education, from kindergarten to college, each chapter capped...

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Say anything

Liam Mitchell,* the first boy I kissed, had eyes like Paul Newman’s, skin like Marilyn Monroe’s, and voluptuous brown curls that put Cher’s to shame. But when his lips...

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Womb Crunch

When I was little, my parents told me that before I was born I was just a glimmer in their eyes. I took it literally. Before birth we hovered...

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Stripped and furred

I would like to be able to turn a good phrase. My writing professor from last fall told me to read The Spanish Temper by V.S. Pritchett, and I’m...

this is how you bleed, article by Elaina Plott, graphic by claire goldsmith

This is how you bleed

We are never just wandering; we are always wanting something. It is not hard to want here. In a city like Moissac, in a country like France. At dusk...

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Lit Issue

Why my father can’t grow a beard

My father doesn’t dare grow a beard. Beards are suspicious, and beards paired with brown skin are worse—an easy way to get on the shortlist for passenger profiling. Border...

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The Party Planners

Aunt Frances knows how to throw a party. Her small talk is riveting; her laugh, melodic; her deftness with seating charts, awe-inspiring. The table: crystal water jugs, candlesticks, candles,...

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A house and a home

On the third day in our new house, I unpacked my boxes of journals that catalogued eighteen years of life in Essex, Connecticut. Now stuck in Cleveland, Ohio, I...

Summer stills

During the summer, I try to take as many photos as possible. These were taken with my Nikon F100 on Black and White Epson film. Film photography is important...