By Daniela Martinez There’s something satisfying about being made for the sun. I’ve always taken secret satisfaction switching languages in mid-sentence. Or in knowing my parents can cross deserts and in checking off “Hispanic” on applications. My...
Many Americans make fun of my hometown, Cleveland. But people keep moving back, attracted by its quality of life. Watch out, New York and Chicago! Photo by Christopher Alexander Gellert All anyone can ever seem to remember about the U.S. city of Cleveland is that our...
Being biracial should be simple: you are composed of half of each parent’s race. But I’ve discovered the reality is anything but. A mixed race couple with their twin sons, Washington, DC, 11 June 2008. (AP Photo/Jacquelyn Martin) My parents are not of the...
I used to feel secure as a Muslim in America. This changed with Trump’s election and I do not believe Islamophobia will end when he leaves office. A political rally for Donald Trump, left, in Oklahoma City, 26 February 2016. (AP Photo/Sue Ogrocki) I’ve always...
As a Jew, I can never forget the Holocaust and the slaughter of millions. But we must not persecute Palestinians for their faith. That is hypocrisy. Israeli and Palestinian women dance together during a mass protest near Beit HaArava in the Jordan Valley, Israel, 8...
Are you worried millennials are doomed to financial inadequacy? That retirement is a pipe dream? Here’s a book with tough-love advice. Young people attend a seminar on investing, Brookline, Massachusetts, 8 January 2016 (AP Photo/The Christian Science Monitor,...
Last week we asked readers what topics you think I should write about during my six-week internship here in Paris. After hearing your suggestions, I’ve pinpointed issues to cover in coming weeks. Yes, we listen to our readers! Several of you suggested I focus...
This is the second of four articles by students on France’s presidential election. By Snow Guilfoyle “Mais c’est n’importe quoi!” I shouted across the dinner table. After nine months in France, I had come to embrace the nation’s...
By Robert Holloway It is the year 2242. A small group of people emerge from a battered bus in the morning twilight. They walk across barren ground towards a white concrete wall that stretches left and right as far as the eye can see. They are thin and shabbily...
I grew up in rural Indiana, where guns are part of family life. I go to university, where guns are frowned on. But I understand those who like firearms. (Photo by Cody Thompson) It’s just a three-hour drive from the place where I grew up in rural Indiana to the city...