Out of curiosity and a need for paper, I culled an old notebook from the bottom of my bookshelf. I don’t remember when I last held it. It probably hasn’t been touched since I moved nearly three years ago, but it felt immediately familiar in my hands: the texture of the navy linen cover; the […]

These past few weeks, I’ve consumed more political and historical essays than usual; read opinions of governance, history, accountability, modern radicalization, and America. There is so much great reporting happening. And reading all of these as a means to reckon with the near eschatological finale of a trump presidency is damn harrowing. I remember watching

I have been here for five years now. The past few years, I reflected on my life in comparison to the ideas I held as a recent college graduate who moved here with ambition, determination, and naivety. I indulged in the what-ifs. Gleaned wisdom from heartaches and accepted the tribulations. And it wasn’t until now,

As a child, I remember hopping from one crunchy leaf to the next on my morning walks to the bus stop, smiling as I listen to the sound of them crumbling beneath my sneakers. Autumn was always a resplendent season swollen with visual and tactile delights back in Michigan. After a particularly suffocating summer of

The city looks big, he told me. I watched cars zip along bridges and trains chugging along the bay and into the port, and said yes, I agree. Our city looks expansive, and we are a part of it. How novel to appreciate it from this vantage point, considering how small the world around me