Bollywood and Me
My name is Ashley Sophia Huq, but I go by Sophia. I’m the only person in my family with an …
Just Roll With It
It’s two-thirty in the morning. There are unfinished pizzas in the kitchen and bags of candy strewn around the room. …
Up Against the Language of the Favored
At fourteen years old, I became cognizant of the reality of crime and injustice still present in the twenty-first century. …
Romanticizing the Gaps
Take a moment to think about a childhood memory. Think about a specific thing you liked, or maybe a specific …
At Rothko Chapel: Darkness Shall be the Light
The Rothko Chapel in Houston is an octogonal structure with no electric lights, only a thin skylight. Speaking inside is …
A Retreat in the Everyday
A few months ago I was sitting in a pub in Edinburgh with a two-cup pot of tea and the …
Crazy Devoted Asians: Asian Americans and Filial Piety
I sat in a theater on a Saturday morning waiting to see Ant-man and the Wasp. A preview that came …
Nostalgia for a Childhood Favorite, but Wishing for More
When I was in elementary school, I passed the slow, hot afternoons of summer listening to my mother read aloud …
When the Political Divides
Growing up, I was never the kid to stay up watching Cartoon Network like my sister. I never begged my …