It’s hard being intersectional. Sections

of my torso rise and fall. Lungs, stomach,

the marrow of a ribcage.

James was born in the afternoon on the perfect fall day in early November. One that felt like the movies—the kind of day that coats New York City in magic, the kind of season that makes a person fall in love with the city, desperately. 

I have always been bound by my long hair, twisted up and choked by it; still always saying it’s the one thing I have left, meaning it more than my throat could ever muster. I relished the way the ends dug into my skin—the chokehold of it—take it away and you take away everything.

A creative narrative of a week (or less) told in fragmentary moments of the writer’s experience as a person of color on campus.
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Sunday, 9:30 pm

My family FaceTimes during their dinner—6:30 their time, a bit early so they can catch me. 

They show up first, their dinner spread out before them: a wok full of stir fry, the instant pot of steaming white rice, a pan with a ring of potstickers.

There are more than 20 countries in the span of land that constitutes Latin America, and all of them have a rich and beautiful cultural history. The lands are full of stories. Scary ones, sweet ones, moral ones. Everyone knows “La Llorona” but there are so many more out there.

When my father was growing up in El Salvador, in the city of Usulután, he heard these stories. Every once in a while I like to ask him about these figures, and do my own research into this aspect of the country. Here I’ve written down the stories he remembered best.

Over the past fifty-five years, Sarah Lawrence has supposedly been a haven for student voices to be heard, and our history has shown an illustrative example of the power of student activism. It takes persistence and insistence for change, but Dark Phrases is living proof of that legacy. On our thirty-fifth anniversary, we wanted to share Sarah Lawrence’s history of student activism until 1989 and our origins.