“May we live long and share the beauty of the moon together, even if we are hundreds of miles apart.” On a Mid-autumn festival thousands of years ago, the Chinese poet Su Shi wrote this verse that...

I really hate the word “sketchy.” I hate it every time people in Clayton use it to describe the metro, or the city, or basically anything that’s not Clayton. But I never really say anything, because...

I do not remember the adoption all that well. I do not remember the first time my parents told me I was getting a younger sibling. I do not remember the first time I saw a picture of my brother, Max. I...

Love. The four-letter word that sparks an idea of a passionate flame in my mind, blazing brightly with an ardent fervor. I never pictured in my mind that love could be as simple as the smile growing...

What is music? Music, as defined by the Merriam-Webster dictionary, is vocal, instrumental, or mechanical sounds having rhythm, melody or harmony. When people come across the term “music”, most of...

For some, “what is the meaning of life?” may be the hardest question to answer, but for me, for as long as I can remember, it has been, “what’s your favorite food?” When I was younger, my immediate...

Love is often pictured as an infatuation, an attraction, a connection to a tangible being. But for me, love is an intangible passion for an intangible extence. Love is the deep clutch we hold on that which makes us glad to be alive. This love, my love, is not for a person, a place or even one thing. My love burns for the world that has opened up for me through my passion for languages.

They say you don’t truly love something until it is gone. This is not entirely true for me. I loved him when he was alive and well, and I still love him now, because who couldn’t? If angels do exist,...

For a while it was me, my mom, my dad and my sister. Then it was just me, my mom and my sister. It was just the three of us for a long time. We never had a big Christmas tree. We didn’t have giant Thanksgivings...

My dad wasn’t always my dad. There was a time when he was just my parent: A stoic figure, a homework helper, but not quite a source of love. He never needed to be. My mom provided all the love I needed....

We put a lot of emphasis on love at the Globe. I distinctly remember my introduction to this foundation of our group. I was a freshman, partnered with an upperclassman I had never met before. Next thing...