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Introspection

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Introspection

People’s Vegetable

I hesitate to call “Dictee” anything but an autobiography. It is nothing if not a lifetime condensed into pages, a reclamation of all that is lost in translation.

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The Big Bangs Theory

As I felt pounds of my hair slide off my head, I cast my mind wildly for a positive spin on my new reality. But I could latch on to only one thing: At least this would be the beginning of something new.

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Dear Junior Year

My grief didn’t shrink — I don’t know that it ever will — but my heart expanded.

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Introspection

Lost in Translation Design

Big Bangs Theory Cover
Introspection

Big Bangs Theory Cover

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MG KT 14p Portrait

I knew who I was, I knew who my friends were.

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DJY Friends

I committed myself to this new life I was living, my life after loss. I committed to finding joy in it and to fighting for better.

Dear Junior Year Cover
Introspection

Dear Junior Year Cover

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DJY Church Ceiling

Rome was welcoming in all the right ways.

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DJY Museum

I liked Italian you. Open, friendly, unafraid.

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Kate siblings photo

The author, bottom left, with her six siblings.

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How Not to Be a Big Sister

Looking back, I realized that because I had tried to be the perfect long-distance sibling, I had turned myself into someone unrelatable and distant. I thought that because they looked up to me, I should only show the parts of myself that were worth admiring. Instead, I wondered if the best thing I could do for them was to be totally honest.

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Introspection

YouTube Endpaper Cover

YouTube Endpaper Cover
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The Early Days of YouTube

YouTube wasn’t a public part of my personality — it was more of a shameful love affair.

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Daye: A Woman Who Untangles Roots

To this day, hearing her switch between languages — her mother tongue, Sorani Kurdish, and Arabic — reminds me of the melding of cultures I’ve always hoped to embody. Yet I find myself replying to her in Arabic. Mama longed for me to learn Kurdish, but I was pressured to embrace my Arab half at the expense of my mother’s tongue.

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