Featured image taken by @virtuallyriley on Twitter. It shouldn’t be this way. But it is. Students should not have to flood the streets and their Capital, the offices of the legislators and people who are supposed to be protecting us, representing us, concerned with...
There’s not enough time. There’s not enough time to talk about all the things wrong with the world, every single fracture in this disastrous, puddled, broken hodgepodge of humans and brutalities, not enough time to fix all the brokenness, to soothe and seal all the...
The history of California is fraught with unsaid tragedies. The raven, glamorous mythology of Old Hollywood is enticing, but it overshadows the consequences and perils of such a fame-oriented society. In Montrose, deep in the La Crescenta Valley, there is a place...
A huge thank-you to all the activists and participants that came to the march. Particularly, a thank you to Sade Famuwiya, Peter Stern, and Liz Stewart for empowering Project Femme to represent young people at this march. We tell ourselves stories in order to live,...
2017 is blood-washed sidewalks, tear gas streets, the furious glare of flashing phones. 2017 is not peace. 2017 is familiar territory, unsurprising, but somehow regrettable, even when we knew what would happen. 2017 is not justice. 2017 is hypocrisy bleeding out of...
I woke up last night with dread slithering in my gut. It was late, maybe around midnight. The bill had already been voted on by then, for a while, but I hadn’t seen the results yet. And then I did. Mitch McConnell looking dreary-eyed and forlorn in the senate...
Melodrama is a word that encapsulates adolescent existence in Los Angeles. I am unnerved by its accuracy, unwound by the simplified singularity of its meaning, how it can encompass the burning, electric floor of my teenage life so easily, in nine letters. Night after...
I want to scream. I am smushed into a hotel bed, shoving greasy french fries down my throat as I watch Jeff Sessions evade question after question and use the phrase “cannot recall” so many times I’m surprised when he says anything else. This kind of moment does not...
When I was in middle school, passion manifested in the spectacular, overproduced format of boyband One Direction, in my case. Uninhibited expression of emotion is a trait we routinely mock and demean in teenage girls. Onlookers would guffaw at my compulsive, addictive...
