It’s heartbreaking to hear my mother say that she’s willing to support policies that protect Dreamers, even if it puts her own safety at risk.
Every year around the holidays, we visit my father’s side of the family. I have not come out to any of them.
My newfound feminist beliefs are real. They weren’t handed to me. I had to earn them by living day by day.
My dad and I both love baseball. But for him it’s just a game. For me, it’s about spending time together.
Everyone has anxiety about what to do when the people at their Thanksgiving table say uncomfortable or offensive things. Teens deal with that too. Youth Radio asked three teens how adults misbehave at their tables and how they deal.
My goal isn’t to brainwash him, or turn him into a little leftist, I simply want him to grow up to be a compassionate young man.
In my family’s minds, muscles are a kind of insurance policy against the dangers black men face.
“Messages filled with updates and prayers were all I had to keep in touch with my family…It’s tough because I’m getting all these updates but I can’t really do much.”
Here’s what I hear from everyone in my family: “Why you so skinny?” “Boy you thiiin!” “Get some meat on your bones.” Okay, I know I’m skinny. But bringing it up at every family gathering doesn’t change anything.