Over pancakes at IHOP, my dad expressed that my mom used to sport a “Nautica white, with blue and yellow color blocks, short-sleeve polo,” which epitomizes my style. I often remark that my parents should have kept their non-existent children in mind before they did away with their apparel from their adolescence.
I asked young people holding pro-LGBTQ signs or chanting the LGBTQ slogans “What do you think Donald Trump will do for LGBTQ rights in America?” Here’s what they had to say.
I attended the Atlanta March for Social Justice & Women Saturday with my mother and a few people who go to my mosque. President Trump, this is what democracy looks like.
A comprehensive and completely subjective guide to doing better by yourself and others for the New Year and every day after.
Imagine walking into a lecture hall where 150 peers sit in lightly polished wooden chairs. At the front of the room stands a group of established women. On either side of the room stand more supportive women. They all like you and are only here to encourage you.
This year we have been challenged by acts of hatred and revenge. As a country, we have yet to see the beauty in our diversity nor recognize the sacrifices we have made to get to where we are now. As an African-American female, I am a minority within a minority.
You are an artist, a scientist, a visionary/All of this just happens to come in many shades and colors.
I didn’t blow out birthday candles my 17th year on planet Earth hoping for a gap year. It snuck up on me.
Being white is a blessing, but it’s a shame that you’re not rewarded for your talents but for your skin color. You don’t realize how privileged you really are.
When I learned that I would be attending a college where 75.9 percent of the student body is composed of white people, I immediately found myself anxious about whether my blackness would be accepted. I shaved off my hair, telling people “I just want a new start.” But I really did it because I did not want to face the awkward looks in the dorm’s bathroom.