Looking around in the orchestra room, you spot an old violin coated with sticky residue from rosin. Play it and you’ll find yourself enjoying one scratchy tune. Look out world, it’s Violet. Violet...

“Whoa, Ijeoma, are you okay?” As I lay face first in the snow I wondered how all this began: “Hey, Ijeoma, it’s Grace. Do you want to go sledding tomorrow?” Sledding,...

"Ijeoma, do you want fufu?" If this were seven years ago, I would have contorted my face into a grimace and have asked for pizza instead. But now, it's practically instinct to say yes. At home, I’m...