This post was written on October 24, 2015.

“We have a problem in this country. It’s called Muslims. You know our current president is one. You know he’s not even an American…When can we get rid of them?” are words that thundered through a supporter’s…

Growing up, I could barely count on my chubby little hands how many people in the media I saw myself in, and that was only partly due to lack of…

My brand new Vans skidded the Paris streets just a few days ago while my eyes searched the skyline for the sights. The tourist in me yearned for the familiarity of the Arc de Triomphe, the Eiffel Tower, and the…

There’s something about the way the quiet of the night creeps upon me that provokes me to trespass into worlds that are not mine. It is comforting to see the same familiar faces dash across my screen with smiles, tears, and laughter, each telling me that I am not alone. More than that, each of…