Last Sunday, in a parked car on East 7th Street in the Lower East Side of Manhattan, was the first time I cried about graduating. I’m a big crier—I cry when I taste food I’ve been craving for a long time, when I read (and reread) some of the many books spanning my five bookshelves,
Author: Carissa Fleury
On January 13, 2018, at 8:07 a.m. local time, a message popped up on the television, radio, and phone screens of the residents of Hawai’i. The alert read “Emergency Alert: Ballistic Missile Threat Inbound to Hawai’i. Seek Immediate Shelter. This Is Not a Drill.” 38 minutes later, residents received a second message, informing them that
I am a nester. The first thing I do when I move into a new house is open the blinds and make my bed with freshly laundered sheets (preferably dried by sunlight). After this, I hang up the small collection of art pieces that have made their way to me to make the space feel
Sound floods your ears as you walk into the Decolonial Atlas exhibit. Throughout the space, images and sounds overlap with each other. Close your eyes and hear the sound of children laughing—open your eyes to see them “burying” someone in a grave of red clay. Watch a screen filled with slow dancing, and hear chaos,
Somerville, 1935: Infiltration of negro. Detrimental influences: obsolescence, low-class occupants, congested area. Foreign born concentrated at western end and negro in central part. Section south of the railroad is a slum area with negro concentrated near the west side. Trend of desirability over the next 10 years: down. Overall area: hazardous. It is 1935.
Each day of my childhood, at seven in the morning, my White mother would wake me up and bring me into our living room. On the coffee table sat a series of combs next to her steaming cup of coffee with the morning news playing softly in the background. What followed was a ritualistic tugging
The experience of walking into almost any STEM (Science, Technology, Engineering, and Math) classroom at Tufts is eerily similar. The seats are primarily filled with cisgender men, the majority of them White. Professors lecturing in the front of the room, TAs and lab assistants, as well as directors of the programs, will most likely also
papa you didn’t remember me the past few years i was a ghost in your mind a shadow of the girl i used to be papa you remember the war you remember sitting in your shame as you read the signs that reduced you that told you that you were less than you were a