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Birds Chico Photo
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Birds Chico Photo

A photo of birds that the author took one day as she lay in the grass at the park by her house.

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To Pay Attention

I never thought I loved Chico. But that December day as I lay curled up in my childhood bed watching the interaction between Christine and Sister Joan on my iPad, I realized that I had paid attention to it. And if I really hated it, why did I spend so much time telling other people about it?

Bidwell Park, Chico, CA Photo
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Bidwell Park, Chico, CA Photo

Bidwell Park in Chico, CA, a hiking area in the author's hometown.

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It is late spring, and Eomma is teaching me how to make rice. “It’s simple, watch,” she says, her Korean soft and gentle. A little unfamiliar in its slowness.

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Other kids studied hard to impress their fathers; I did it so I could get away from mine.

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Brandon L. Kingdollar with his father in 2012.

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Time in a Bottle

I’d never had a real fight with my dad before, but this was a long time coming.

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What It Means to Lead The Harvard Crimson

In a way, you take an oath when you are elected to this presidency, even if you don’t realize the depths of its demands at the time.

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Calligraphy Graphic

In ink, we breathed qi (气).

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An Asthmatic Character

“A person should stand up straight, not crooked,” my mother would whisper, referring to both the calligrapher and her creation.

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This summer, my job title was “Senior Returning Mountain Cowboy” and my life was absurd in the childhood fantasy way.

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No Country for Harvard Men

I felt like I had entered a thick and strange haze. Daily showers made me feel unnaturally clean, and I missed the smooth arc of the sun across the sky. I felt like a space alien walking down a crowded street and making small talk after class.

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Goodbye, Beloved

To me, Sethe was the literary embodiment of womanhood — the queenly woman with blood on her hands and a tree scarred into her back. She was the personification of repression and “rememory,” the manifestation of a traumatic past into the present.

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To Be Tamed

“The Little Prince” makes me homesick for all the places I’ve been and all the places I have yet to see.

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