On the Spring Break suntan
As I step out of my car after my 17-hour drive, I let the sun hit my skin and shake off the feathers of a temporary snowbird. I stretch my legs and take off my coat, basking in the light. This year, I join the seemingly thousands of other students making their annual pilgrimage to the South in search of…
From palm lines to medicine
There’s a certain irony in how the universe unfolds — like how my aajoba reads fortunes in palms while I decipher chemistry problems at my grandparents’ kitchen table, both of us searching for answers in patterns others might overlook. His weathered hands trace the lines on my palm with the same careful precision I use to handle microscope slides in…
Thank you, Rancho
Coming home is the first sight of a bright orange field of California poppies as I’m winding down the road towards my house from the airport. The fresh air, the wind that sweeps through my hair and the warm glow of the sun on my skin is the most glorious feeling in the world. I feel at peace. I feel…
