reflection

Musings in Madrid

I grip my bag and keep it secure against the front of my body like a pale child; I’d been …

Exiting the Beinecke

For nothing was simply one thing. The other Lighthouse was true too. —Virginia Woolf   I had grown used to …

On Passing Jing An Si

I’m dozing off in the Shanghai subway. We’re on a school trip. I’m fatigued from the flight and trying to …

Lights, Candles, Tradition

Temperature drops to the negatives. Malls extend their glittering arms. The choir wanders the school, carrying the age-old tune of …

Looking Back on NaNoWriMo

National Novel Writing Month—also known as NaNoWriMo—is when aspiring authors, vexed procrastinators, and precocious middle schoolers around the world challenge …

Backbone

And just like that, it’s gone. Eleven months of 2018. Just about nearing my eighteenth year of being on this …

Exactly What I Want

What I want is this: to wake up one day and be alone. I want people to exist within walking …

Question Mark

So you felt like kissing yourself in the bathroom mirror, all tongue and all slipperiness and chemicals, all cold-tasting and …

Urban Picnic

Good girls sometimes don’t feel like going home. They buy cheap microwaved rice balls and sit in the streets. They …

In Which One Escapes

Pause. “What’s the word?” Pause. My AP Seminar teacher struggles, for a split second, to phrase something- to pinpoint a …