Asian women are often applauded for “aging so well.” Is it possible for us to grow old without being haunted by the pressure of desirability?
I’ve always been quite fond of my name—Iris. My mother’s decision to name me after the rainbow goddess turned out to be fitting for the years to come as I grew up between a clash of cultures and identities. The different colors of what I had seen, felt…
This is the colored man’s burden. To always look up to a higher power. Not a god or a deity, but a man with desire.
I never liked the peculiar smell of the onions she would put, but as I bit into the sandwich, I realized that the marinated onions in my mom’s sandwich did not smell. How can onions not smell?
Royce Hall was nearly full and Frank Warren stepped out on stage to an audience screaming and clapping. He welcomed everyone to PostSecret with blank postcards and the question, “Are we keeping secrets? Or are they keeping us?”