Voices
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Voices: Suffering in silence
What it’s like living with OCD Sitting in the backseat of my dad’s Toyota Corolla, I lean my head up against the window,looking at the flurry of highway signs go…
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Voices: Aspiring to be in the world of journalism is my Island of Misfit Toys
I was part of my high school’s marching band — sort of. During a football game, we all sit on the bleachers in our respective sections by instrument, and most…
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Voices: My dad’s arrest inspired me to pursue journalism
I found out about my dad’s arrest reading the news. Now I help families like mine. One day when I was 15 years old, my dad didn’t come home. That…
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Voices: The world is flat, not round: finding my identity through curiosity and experience
“Me, me, pick me, pick me!” I remember shouting to my third-grade math teacher as I was on the verge of blurting out the answer to the math problem that…
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Voices: How wellness has changed my life
Nowadays, the woman I am becoming is trying to ascertain her worth based on how warm and loved she makes people feel— not how many emails she can respond to…
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Voices: Moving beyond the mask
My life changed in the mere minutes it took me to eat a bowl of my favorite cereal. Munching on sweet Cinnamon Toast Crunch, slurping the cool milk, I heard…
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Voices: My journey with epilepsy and how it made me stronger
My history with an incurable brain disorder, learning simple skills through the disorder and overcoming challenges in daily life with resilience. When I was six months old I was playing…
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Voices: Reconnecting with family roots in my 20s
One by one, I packed everything I needed for rhythmic gymnastics practice. The wide ribbon I twirled into big circles. The shiny, purple rubber ball. The batons that I juggled…
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Voices: Made in the image
How a homophobic hiring policy helped me reconcile my religious upbringing I attend a private Christian university — but I am not Christian. To be fair, I grew up in…
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Voices: My double consciousness
Raised in East Atlanta my world was largely painted in shades of Black and Brown, with a handful of white faces in the school halls. Our communities didn’t have many other…
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