Freedom: Thoughts on Growing Up as a Teenager

I thought that for my first contribution to the magazine, I should get a little personal to show who I am, or at least show a part of my identity. I define part of my identity as growing up as an only child in a sole parent household. I call it “sole parent” because I…

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WITNESS THIS.

  When I was a little girl I used to ask, “Dad, what does ‘can I get a witness’ mean?” Growing up in the church and listening to gospel music constantly. You hear it all the time. I couldn’t quite grasp the concept. So I asked again and my dad would say, “Kristin… it means…

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My Own Sugar Daddy, My Own Pimp

Some sex workers Are independent, self-employed Negotiating the game With the forgotten, or unenjoyed Wide lens teaches Wisdom settles into bed “Every partnership has its jail” Beneath the sheets, this soul does not shed It wins them no money Instead a kind of sustenance Sugar-coated power, control An energy here, in abundance Emotional currency Not…

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Lopsided Truth

truth shifts to trust with one required base pair reassignment. … trutH; drop the grand Hoax shush the lies to self and other sink back into your primordial slime reorganize, safely within your self-made cocoon. truSt; add the ultimate Sacrifice to give up who you are emerge with naked wings exposed trusting-self to know, who…

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8 Life Lessons of Learning Spanish

Learning a second language has always been my biggest lifelong dream. I remember when I was a child, my Argentinian grandparents would brew piping hot maté tea in the mornings and play alphabet games with me in Spanish. I remember hearing them smoothly transition from one native tongue to the other in conversation, entrancing my…

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PISTOLS, STAMENS, AND SPIKES

“The only way is to hug the cactus.” Her inebriated lips casually spill over his black denim-ed lap. “I guess this means you must hug me,” he speaks. “With each puncture, you will learn to breathe. My intent is not to hurt you.” {I am certain he seeks to not collapse into breath} She hears…

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Quality Education That Is Affordable: The Dream That Could Be

Early March 2019, I walked past security into Sindh’s magnificent Governor House. The inaugural Adab Festival – a three-day event to celebrate and discuss culture, literature, and society was happening on its premise. I had made a shortlist of the panel discussions I would attend – the foremost being one on education. Like most young…

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