My nickname is, in many ways, a stowaway from another life. The simple, happy life that my mom and dad had built in the Rockaways of Queens.
Where I come from, there is graffiti everywhere. This place is their museum, an outlet for their frustration, inspirations, and pride.
The summer before college, Sarwat moved to Texas. It was a small miracle that she was able to convince them to stay put through the end of high school. Her parents wasted no time packing up after graduation.
Sera wasn’t what you would call a “party person.” Yet here he was, walking in his tight shiny pants, to a party full of obnoxious theater kids.
Just as Tanabe turned a sharp curve, a squirrel ran out of the shrubbery, froze in the middle of the road, and stared straight at him.
The first lesson I want to teach you is that it’s okay to be sensitive. I know mom says that it’s your worst trait, but I think it makes you strong.
It’s the quality of so much sorrow held at the brink that attracted me to "BoJack Horseman." It’s brilliant, at once both witty and belly-laugh silly, and often capable of being shockingly real.
At a 1949 science-fiction lecture, the prolific pulp writer Lafayette Ronald Hubbard—L. Ron, for short—opined that, “Writing for a penny a word is ridiculous. If a man really wants to make a million dollars, the best way would be to start his own religion.
On my second day on the island, I was met with the extravagance of peacocks in my cousin Elisabeth’s kitchen.
The beauty of raving comes from the duality of individualism and community, the mysterious overlap of the two.
There was a time when our relationship with our world felt more harmonious. Our parents flourished in those days.