The clanking of mahjong tiles shuffling across the velvet tablecloth.
At 16, I left the Church.
During my time in India, I have, on multiple occasions, had flashbacks to one Friday night last semester.
In the cold winter nights of Rajasthan, wrapped in my overcoat and two layers of blankets, I have a recurring dream revolving around a deep-dish Chicago-style Gino’s East pizza.
There is a cave dweller living in my host family.
On Oct. 6, 2011, the United States government passed Senate Resolution 201 and the world moved on with little notice or fanfare.
“Why are there so many f—ing Asians in the library?” This was the first moment I became aware of my identity as a person of color.
There was not a white Christmas in Durham, but for thousands of area school children, it was probably the next best thing.