USC journalism, political science student. Investigative, political reporter. Personal essays, creative work.
My mom sits in a crappy hospital chair over a thousand miles away from me. The nurses pump poison into her — praying that the cancerous cells will parish. I sit on our comfy couch at home and craft a prayer of my own.
“I am at a loss for words”
This is the phrase that so many uttered as the bright red became a spreading conflagration on our map of the United States and Trump’s number inched closer to 270.
You come out of high school and you know how to solve for x when y is multiplied by 80 and raised to the negative exponent and you know the inner workings…