Recently I witnessed something that would become an important matter in my life. My aunt was on the verge of divorce with her husband. She… Read More
College Essay: Uplifting Hmong Women

Recently I witnessed something that would become an important matter in my life. My aunt was on the verge of divorce with her husband. She… Read More
Greater Eastside St. Paul. African American and Spanish music blasts, the smell of weed fills the hot summer air, trash covers the streets, and you… Read More
Here I am, standing in a large arena, Xbox controller in my hands, 4-foot robot across from me. All the pressure is on me. My… Read More
It’s my freshman year at one of my soccer games, the crowd roaring loudly. Sweat is rolling down my face while my eyes stay on… Read More
Sports: such a wide topic. But very little is talked about in the category of freedom and prison. How I found my way out of… Read More
Should I open the door and unleash Godzilla and her demon child on the household? Nope, not going to happen. “Hadia, I’m sorry,” I say,… Read More
“Ponte las pilas mija, puedes ser todo lo que quieras,” my mom always told me. She never failed to remind me to get myself together… Read More
“Mine!” The ball comes flying to our side of the net and my team- mate receives it, bumping it to the setter. Late in the… Read More
I remember reading a book that taught me how a strong person recovers after failure. A weak mindset allows failure to consume them and evolve… Read More
Everyone in elementary school thought of middle school as this nuanced version of “High School Musical.” Unfortunately, that didn’t end up being the case for… Read More
One hundred years ago, what I did last month would have been illegal. A few students from the Native Youth Council and I spent a… Read More
I grew up with the idea that lighter skin equated to beauty. Many people in the Somali community push the narrative that in order for… Read More
I’ve always cared a little too much about things. To be able to make people smile, to make them laugh has always seemed like the… Read More
I stared at the white wall in front of me, my blood boiling and my brows knit in anger. I felt tears of frustration pricking… Read More
I was in the sixth grade at Fair Middle School when I started to be a playwright. My dad has his master’s degree in film…. Read More
I remember when my friend handed me the oblong, white pill with little red specks. I knew what it was, but I thought I was different… Read More
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