Wednesday, February 19, 2020 - 7:25pm
A woman walks on a street in Macau, China wearing a protective mask during coronavirus outbreak

Here I am, cooking in my apartment’s kitchen. My heart beats joyfully with the rhythm of stirring. My boyfriend slurps the rib soup to check if it’s ready. Wait, why did you start eating?

It’s New Year’s Eve.

Here we are, sitting at a round table. The steam of sticky rice ribs billows from the dish. I hear someone’s stomach rumbling. Oops, it’s mine.

We have no idea what is behind the facade of peace. 

Wednesday, February 19, 2020 - 7:21pm
A woman walks on a street in Macau, China wearing a protective mask during coronavirus outbreak

When I called my mom last week, she said: “You should not come back at this moment. Stay safe and stay warm.”  I knew how much they miss me as I haven’t been home for a year. 


A home I can’t come back and a family can’t reunion. That’s how coronavirus separated thousands of families in China. 


Sunday, February 16, 2020 - 11:31pm

She told me that she didn’t believe in love. 


I found this hard to believe because the Beatles had convinced me that it is all that we need. I had first heard of her through a friend who struggled to find words of meaning and instead sufficed for cheap laughs and empty spaces. 


Monday, February 10, 2020 - 8:07pm

“Ruchi, how do you live like this? How will you get married?” my mother shook her head, sifting through the ruins of my room. A dissonant pitch filled the air. Being young, messy rooms, disheveled hair and an outspoken voice were the products of my outright opposition. I sat in the only cleared portion of my room, shoulders firm, head high, basking in the glory of my rebellion. 

Sunday, February 9, 2020 - 8:41pm


During the television airing of the 2020 Grammy Awards Ceremony, Google released its new Black History Month advertisement. The 1-minute commercial titled, “The Most Searched: A Celebration of Black History Makers” demonstrates the amazing feats Black people have accomplished throughout history based on how many people have looked them up on the search engine. The Civil Rights Movement holds the spot of the “most searched movement,” Maya Angelou is the “most searched female poet,” and so on.

Tuesday, February 4, 2020 - 12:45pm
People wearing protective masks in Macau, China

News Flash! You can criticize the Chinese Communist government and the Chinese imperialism sympathizers for the coronavirus epidemic while standing against racism and xenophobia, as you should.

Sunday, February 2, 2020 - 8:47pm

Sunday is my day for laundry. My self-care day. It sounds odd that throwing dryer sheets would be my healing space, but it is something I will always be able to do for and by myself. I find a certain peace in the lonesomeness. And a certain endless possibility within it. In this time, I can be whatever I want. This week, I chose to be a listener, and I sorted my clothes to Nikole Hannah-Jones’ 1619 podcast.

Wednesday, January 29, 2020 - 7:41pm
Tyler Perry's "A Fall from Grace" movie poster

Black Twitter is a beautifully vibrant, diverse and fun online space where many Black folks can find solidarity in ideas, views and interests. As a film lover, I particularly find myself following Black people who watch, discuss and engage with Black media. Recent tweets within the community have ignited discourse on whether or not Black people should negatively critique Black art. 

Sunday, January 26, 2020 - 9:03pm
Shea tree

Her voice was like shea butter, from

African trees where healing grows 

Her skin was the bark, pushing

through clay and stony soil and racism

Her hair was the branches, carrying

the fruit of Black resistance and hope

Her words were the green leaves, growing

against the drought of the Sahara, or

Tuesday, January 14, 2020 - 9:31pm

As soon as I stepped into the harshly-lit, humid and ever-so-crowded Beirut airport, familiarity flooded my senses. Anxiety did as well, as it had ever since I boarded the plane from Rome. I was going to visit my extended family alone after completing a study abroad program in Greece, one I deliberately chose for its proximity to Lebanon. My sleepless eyes gazed through crowds of restless people trying to get home, scanning for a familiar face, until they finally settled on one — my cousin, ten years older than he was the last time I saw him.