Maisy Diaz
it’s another list of names, one that’s always too long. chaotic, uncensored noise met with careless silence from officials children who must now become adults, teenagers who must now become leaders. children with nightmares, teenagers with flashbacks. someone else has done the growing up for them. they — and we — will
October 2, 1987 The café was brightly lit, the pungent smell of coffee wafting from the kitchen. Night was falling quickly, but customers still flowed in and out. Dishes clanged in the sink, bells dinged, and food sizzled on the griddle; a symphony of cacophony. The door to the café opened and a seventeen-year-old in
On Saturday at the Sundance Film Festival, many new films explored the increasingly more technologically-based world. Search, White Rabbit and Hearts Beat Loud are just a few films that incorporate the role of sites and search engines into the plot. But for Eighth Grade, technology isn’t just the plot. It’s the life of the main character and
La Casa Bakery & Cafe is a family-owned restaurant in Houston, Texas. It boasts handmade foods from chips to conchas. It is owned by Trinidad Garza, who has been baking for over fifty years. He immigrated to the United States when he was younger, and opened La Casa a few years ago. However, the restaurant
Trigger warning: this article mentions death and suicide. On December 31st, Logan Paul uploaded a vlog titled ‘We found a dead body in the Japanese Suicide Forest…” Logan Paul is a YouTuber with over fifteen million subscribers. A number of these subscribers are children as young as eight years old. Aokigahara is a national forest
I wrote this angry, both at a supposed friend and at myself. I was recently in a manipulative relationship – completely blindsided by how fortunate I was to have a friend who didn’t care that I was a hot mess. They would continue to put me down, and I would resort to reassuring myself that
Ever since I was a little kid, I wanted to be all grown up and sort of be in charge. Now that I’m a bit older, I’ve realized that “being in charge” of anything is much, much more difficult than I’d previously anticipated. I wrote this as a sort of love letter to growing up
