personal essay
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The Fem: “Black Girl Down”
My non-black friends suffer from memories that I can hardly imagine, and I don’t doubt the depth of their scars. But I know that certain stains on my sadness are not shared between us; they are not due to a chemical imbalance or personal trauma. They are marks left simply because of the color that…
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Wander·lust
*In less than a week, I am leaving for Evreux, France to begin my stint in the Teaching Assistant Program in France (TAPIF). “Are you excited?” my co-worker asks me. I cannot answer, confused. “About what?” It’s nine in the morning and I only have eight hours of work to look forward to. “…Leaving the…
The Alvearie 