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As I got older and began to understand storms, I learned just how resilient the people around me are.

People who are hesitant have doubts that require answers, and scientists are perfectly placed to provide them with these.

When I talk about the religion I feel culturally affiliated with, I hear an eerie silence.

I peered through the sidelight windows, seeking any indication of who these people might be: a flag, a sticker, even an item of clothing.

"I would like everyone to have a good death but we can’t achieve that unless we as a society stop whispering and start talking about it."

I drifted away from Kiskeya and with it, part of myself.

“None of this is surprising; it is consistent with a wide body of research documenting pernicious systematic and structural gender biases.”

So I give up. I would turn off the lights, bury myself under layers of blankets, and soak my pillow with tears till I fall asleep.

I felt confused about how I could apply my writing skills as a science major. To me, science and writing seemed like two different worlds.