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What “Wicked” might mean for my daughter’s Black skin

As the temperatures dipped below freezing in Chicago, my family and I braved the cold…

One Day We Will All Be Migrants

It’s a Wednesday afternoon. Sunlight rolls through the back windows into the classroom. The city…

For the Love of Falling

As a professional contemporary dancer, I’m a master of falling so it is ironic that…

Terfs Are Not Feminists

I. Suspicion A few years ago I was approached by a coworker from another department…

A Birthday Story: Practicing Self-Compassion

As I mark a new age, I imagine what I’d tell myself thirteen years ago…

What Third Culture Kids Can Teach Us About Being Americans

As we approach the Fourth of July, I find myself reflecting on another, lesser-known celebration:…

Thoughts on Finding Sleep, Before & After Fatherhood

I. Before, in October This is usually how I convince my body to fall asleep:…

The Grip of Gratitude

The first time I met her, I was seven weeks old. Summoned by a whispered…

Public Health with Community Does It

Community Does It is a non-profit organization that applies Community-Based Participatory Action Research methods (CBPAR)…

It Wasn’t the Confederate Flag that Enraged Me

It was a hell-hot southwest Louisiana day. I had just left the investment property my…

“All We Do is Eat”: Filipino, Food, and Family

Studies say there are five love language types in the world: words of affirmation, acts…

Don’t be Strangers with XinYi

XinYi, originally from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, moved to Dallas, Texas at the age of 7,…

The Butterfly’s Dream: A High Schoolers Quest for Tranquility in a World of Expectations

“He was late for school again. He still behaved like a 10-year-old.” I overheard my…

Going (for) Nuts

It used to be funny all the squirrel paraphernalia we received as gifts—Welcome to the…

The language of humanity

It was the spring of 1978, I had just finished kindergarten and our family went…