[inhales] I remain, having completed another circuit around the sun. But what does it mean to enter another decade, this time around? And specifically, what does it mean to be myself -- a young woman, of Chinese descent, living in America, in 2018 -- and to exist in that context? I remember how I felt … Continue reading Turning Twenty
A guest post by Sun Requiem.
A Note For My 8 Year Old Self
Oh, Gloria. You often wonder who you will be in a dozen years. (A lifetime and a half away.) Well, it’s me, and our twentieth birthday is just around the corner. You may not believe it, but I can, because I have watched the girl before me fight for each year in the life ahead of her.
I want you to know some things before you start growing up.
Although you may come last in every race you run and swim, you are far stronger than the world will ever let you know. Even though you shake and stutter when you speak, you are brave for even trying. That’s because ability doesn’t always reveal strength and courage: they are characteristics of your heart, just like curiosity and kindness. Likewise…
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Dear Eight-Year-Old Me, Come here, love. I want to hug you. I want to tell you some things about yourself that you don’t know yet. You see, I know the thoughts you keep to yourself. They are all the things you hate about yourself. The roundness of your face. The smallness of your eyes and … Continue reading Guest Post: “A Letter To My Eight-Year-Old Self,” by We Wander Through
so, this must be hunger because after a length of time it became a giddy default after the pain of a clenching stomach migrated to a light-headed mind to mistake emptiness and famine for light and nirvana when it was really just flesh eating flesh. so, this must be hunger because naming a thing gave … Continue reading Poem: So This Is Hunger
The first thing I remember about Kindergarten is roll call. Especially during the first few days of school. Every morning, the bus driver would pick me up on my block on Applewood Lane, where all I had to do was stand at the end of my own driveway, and wait for the big yellow bus … Continue reading Deeper: Desiring Freedom
This semester, my quartet has been working on the first two movements of the "American" Quartet. It's been an exciting and rewarding journey, and we gave our final performance on December 6th. Here's a YouTube upload of our concert. Enjoy! https://youtu.be/-usF7qjA-sk Fall 2017 performance at Wellesley College II. Lento I. Allegro ma non troppo Gloria … Continue reading Dvořák String Quartet No.12 (American)
A few nights ago I had trouble sleeping and began dwelling on my earliest memories to pass the time. As per usual, overthinking ensued, and this article was the result at 3 in the morning. At a more sober time, I began to realize that I had written a potentially hurtful piece on how my own mother … Continue reading The Virtuous Wife: Her Children Rise Up
A desert, barren, devoid of meaning, Stretching on for eternity, Scorching sun sucking souls Of what they were meant to be. No shade, without relief Phantom winds roam the scene Dried air like shriveled minds Of which some refreshment they are keen. For in darkness there is hope A treasure hides in dumps Or like … Continue reading Original Poem: Oasis
Dear All, The term "fangirl" gets a bad rap because it conjures up images of cooing hordes of women too old for their obsession. Teenagers hanging up posters of Justin Bieber and One Direction in their bedrooms. Wannabes writing less-than-stellar fan fictions. Immaturity. Hysterics. Dreaminess and idealism. As with all stereotypes, there is some truth in that. But like the others, there can be so much more. If you know me, you will know that I am a huge nerd about many things. From Harry Potter, Star Wars, and DC/Marvel superheroes, to string quartets, Shakespeare, Johnny Depp, and musical theatre, I've had many "phases", but I never look upon them as that way, not even in retrospect. So in short, here's my statement defending the legitimacy of all the fandoms that I belong in.
We humans have two great capacities - love and learning - and the arts embody both.