Posts in Immigration/Refugees and privilege

A simple exchange of words between my mother and I keeps reminding me of how this internship has provided me …

The cool breeze of the Danube River swept through my long, brown hair. Wearing my black Duke windbreaker and faded …

It took me a week into the Miami program to realize I was the only person who didn’t know Spanish. …

I’ve come in contact with privilege in a lot of ways – in the ways that I possess it, and …

Another week down, another week closer to going home, another week filled with self-evaluations. There is a lot I want …

I’ve recently been, reevaluating all I’ve ever known in my 19 years of existence on this planet. The people I’ve …