by Raven “Are you sure you wanna do this?” my hairdresser asked as she held a pair of scissors to the back of my neck. A tight, low ponytail of my long, jet black hair cascaded right in between the … Continue reading →

by Mariana I like to think that when life gives you lemons, you should swap them out for pickles instead. These eye-squinting, sour-tasting, throat-parching yellow balls of citrus were enough to make me want to chuck them right back at … Continue reading →

by Cruz Driving through the cane fields looking ahead as if I could see through the thick layer of scattered smoke being created from the dry dirt. Feeling every bump and thump in the road as we drove past stranded … Continue reading →

by Mariana Like most children I spent the earlier part of my days drooling over shows some fancy producer had deemed appropriate for holding our short and wandering attention spans. Yet, even as a child, nothing I saw had even … Continue reading →