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Warning - be aware this piece contains potentially disturbing content, on the occasion of Sexual Assault Awareness Month (further information below article).
I’ve never really been one to appreciate change. At least, that's the label that I’ve upheld since childhood. I can still hear my dad saying, “Yeah, Addie really doesn’t like change,” explaining away the weird quirks I refused to let go of.
Easter always begins the same way for my family. My mother and aunt compete to see who can call my grandpa first on Easter morning to say, “The Lord has risen,” to which my grandpa will respond, “Indeed.” Last year my mom woke at the break of dawn to beat my aunt, but generally my aunt wins.
Since my second week of undergraduate classes at the University of Virginia in 2013, I have found a companion in my planner. My beautiful, color-coordinated, perfectly designed planner.
Join Marwah, Lizz, and guest Taylor Lamb (UVa CLAS '18 and former Editor of Iris Magazine!) as they explore the ways digital culture interacts with race, gender, and other identities, thinking about their own experiences on and off social media.
In hindsight, it probably smelled like burnt rubber early on. We were jet-lagged, though, and wet from splashing in the Irish Atlantic, so our senses were dulled. I leaned my head against the cool window of the van, focusing my eyes in and out on the water droplets that clung to its surface.
I remember the first time I found out dads could cry. I was in the backseat of my mom's old Honda Accord tracing over the various pen marks on the headliner of her car, and it was February. I hated how the sun somehow always managed to be on my side of the car behind the passenger seat, but I wouldn't trade with my brother, Berkley.
Dear Doodle,
Cause I love you a bushel and a peck,
you bet your pretty neck I do,
doodle oodle oh,
You’re a chicken noodle,
Episode 2 amplifies and deepens the conversation hosts Lizz and Marwah had with activist and author Zyahna Bryant in episode 1.
When I was younger, my best friend and I would beg my mom to play The Dixie Chicks’ Home album in the car, just to hear “Travelin’ Soldier”.