Stand Out

I have a Chinese-Malaysian mother and a Ugandan father, I’m two parts of two continents, but since most people can’t guess that. I’m a black woman to them...

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The Color of My Skin

I thought I was just like her and she just like me in so many ways. One day, she poked my freckles, giggling and asking me what they were…

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Loving & Hating Nashville

I took everything I could from Nashville and in return, Nashville took everything out of me. I haven’t figured out how to make this city my home and I don’t know how to stay…

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Finding My Ikigai & Universal Identity

One night, a terrible earthquake destroyed our neighbourhood and all the contents of our family home. We had no water and no food for days…

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Monteverdean Skies

I am celebrating my 27th birthday zip-lining along the emerald enclaves of Costa Rica that strangely remind me of the yawning valleys of my own tiny Lebanese chouf village...

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When It Could Be Love

The earliest memory of me actively rejecting romantic love was in middle school. When I saw how nosy, gossipy and intrusive all my classmates became if anyone decided to date, I resolved to not be a part of this experience altogether…

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