I describe acceptance as a threading of fate to the fabric of reality.

“Mija! Do you want me to wax this?” One of my tías cackled at a party, tugging at my arm hairs.

I couldn’t even stomach the idea of going out to socialize because of how overwhelmed I felt last semester.

If we translate to writing, we can understand that we have the skills to use our one voice to write in many different ways.

I can’t help but feel that I succumbed to the Summertime Problem, even though I was aware and ready for it —

At such a young age, I always felt that it was burdensome to tell people how loud the negative thoughts are in my head.

Writing is something that I identify as a part of my purpose in life and each piece of writing must also have a purpose.

Feel your feelings. Your authentic light will shine brighter when it’s not shaded behind undealt with shit.

Perhaps, if we take the pressure off speaking truth, we can find truths that are joyful and playful.

While I’ve understood for some years now that a large part of our healing journey requires us to heal our inner child, I only recently...

If you were to ask me a decade ago if I loved being a black woman, you probably wouldn’t have gotten a clear answer from me.

I was five years old when I first learned how to conceal my identity as an Afghan Muslim girl. It was a week before kindergarten started....

What do we do when a circuit shorts? Reset it, refresh the hard drive, turn it on and off again or if all fails, you start anew.

I want people to see that there are avenues for them to feel themselves and people will want to hear what they want to say.

Sometimes we’re not ready and we’ll bolt out of the room, but what if you stay? What if it works out? What if you find people who get you?