This summer, I studied abroad for 3 months in Prague, Czech Republic. I knew I wanted to do this program before I even started my freshman year at the University of Michigan, so this was really exciting for me. Aside from Prague, I also had the opportunity to visit other small cities in the Czech Republic, Italy, Switzerland, Germany, Hungary and Austria.
So many times I've looked at the blue of these skies and been reminded of the blue of the ocean. But of course one owes itself to the other. Perhaps it is the perfect harmony that one expanse sits with us and sustains us on land, while the other remains watchful above.
My Ma boli taught me that if you spit at the sky it will fall back on you. Perhaps this is because the sky rejects the hate we give it, and leaves it to the water to carry it away.
Gov. Gretchen Whitmer doesn’t think President Donald Trump is blowing smoke when it comes to dealing with the youth vaping epidemic. She praised the Trump Administration on Wednesday for its intention to finalize a compliance policy that would clear the market of unauthorized, non-tobacco-flavored e-cigarette products.
The Dingells have been a household name in Ann Arbor politics for more than 85 years since John Dingell Sr. began representing the 15th Congressional District in 1933, now known Michigan’s 12th Congressional District.
Second-year medical student Solomon Rajput has decided to challenge this local political dynasty.
Rajput announced his campaign against Rep. Debbie Dingell, D-Mich., on Thursday. He is running on a progressive platform with the slogan, “We’re done waiting.”
The century is young, but not naive. Ask any person you know, who inherited its turn, about its carnage. They might recall for you mass shootings and gun violence, or catalogues of assaulted women around the world who are forced to hide, or mounting xenophobia worldwide. They might tell you about genocides and civil wars, naming Syria and Sudan on a long list of their griefs. Make no mistake that promises made in the 2000s are tied to guns, wrapped in disrepair, and stacked alongside economic hardship and nationalist violence. Make no mistake that the century has been one of carnage.
The mattress section of Art Van Furniture looks like an upscale prison — long rows of stripped beds, designated strips of plastic to place your feet, employees meandering through the aisles as guards. I visited the store in Canton for the first time while mattress shopping with my mother a week before moving into my new college apartment. That’s when I met Jeffrey, Mattress Salesman Extraordinaire.
When I walked out of the Jackson Heights subway station in Queens, I could have been walking out of a metro station in Delhi or Mumbai or Chennai. Everyone around me was Brown, storefronts all around selling samosas, chaat and chai. It felt like home. It made me realize how empowering it is to be surrounded by people who look like you, something so many white people take for granted.