religion

I come from a family where no one has ever questioned their Catholic beliefs; they’ve accepted them with a sense of belonging and familiarity.

I did, in fact, find myself vulnerably confronting my religion — with a cross dangling above my face, connected to a chain around the neck of a classmate.

They say there are two sides to every story; I say there are two sides to every city. The New York I encountered this past January was a far cry from the New York I knew in May 2016, but there’s some beauty in that.

Being in an environment that actively undermines your identity can cause so much angst and dread that the only solution is to escape.

In high school, I felt alone. I was the only Zoroastrian in my high school and am one out of about 14,000 Z​oroastrians in the country.

Without fear, I finally see sex as what it is: not a big deal.

I hit the water and emerged with the mother of all wedgies, a mental note to see my chiropractor and, most importantly, the way it felt to surprise myself.