On a humid day in June, I landed in Boston, feeling tense. I was away from home, away from my family. I was scared. I… Read More
College Essay: Raising my voice and gaining confidence


On a humid day in June, I landed in Boston, feeling tense. I was away from home, away from my family. I was scared. I… Read More

When I tell people I live in north Minneapolis, their eyes often get wide. I get it. Drive-by shootings, poverty and drugs surround my block,… Read More

I hate the smell of hospitals. The pungent, sterile odor of the place where some people go to die takes me back to the year… Read More

If I hadn’t moved away from Gary, Indiana, I would be in a juvenile facility or possibly pregnant. Growing up with my mom and older… Read More

I am lying on the playground, looking up at the other kids like they are giants. One kid keeps kicking me in the stomach. Fifth… Read More

My arms screamed in protest, crying mutiny against my mind even as screams, loud and physical, erupted from my youngest sister. At 2 years old,… Read More

When I arrived in Mexico City from my home, Minnesota, two years ago, I was petrified when I saw a place that looked hopeless. No… Read More

Bang! The gun goes off! I thrust out of the starting blocks with full force and accelerate forward. As I run, my breaths become shallow,… Read More

When Hooyo (“Mother” in Somali) picked me up from school in our Ethiopian refugee camp, we’d walk the long way home so people wouldn’t know… Read More

Homelessness can happen to anyone. I know because I experienced it. One day in fifth grade, my parents sat my siblings and me down together… Read More
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