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I'm A Feminist Who's Flattered By Catcalling

Nikki Gloudeman | Posted 01.24.2015 | Women
Nikki Gloudeman

What kind of feminist must I be if I'm at odds with the fundamental feminist principle that street harassment dehumanizes women?

Why I Tell The Truth: An Ode to Writing

Katie Tandy | Posted 01.07.2015 | Women
Katie Tandy

Stories didn't have to be true or entertaining. The real beauty was achieving both. How wonderful to elicit the same reaction of joy, of horror, delight or incredulity, but everything had actually happened.

Faith & Science: Stages For My Imagination

Write for the Future | Posted 02.11.2015 | Education
Write for the Future

By Laura Telfer I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and unlock my imagination. I allow my mind and body to become one, harmonize with my surroundin...

College Applicants Should Seek Inspiration, Not Imitation, in Others' Essays

Josh Stephens | Posted 02.07.2015 | College
Josh Stephens

Should students seek inspiration from others? Of course they should. But they need to know what to do with it once they find it.

The Choreography of My Dreams

Write for the Future | Posted 02.07.2015 | Education
Write for the Future

By June Liu As I adjust my tutu backstage and stare down at my bare feet, the combination strikes me as odd. Doesn't a performance of "La Esmeralda"...

Hiking Beyond Facebook and Xbox

Write for the Future | Posted 01.21.2015 | Education
Write for the Future

After reading only the first lines, I found exactly what I needed to defeat Obama. Yes, I'd clobber the candidate that my parents supported. Sprawled on my beanbag in the corner of my room, I opened my laptop, skipped Facebook and rushed to my new first stop --The Week. There it was, the headline: "Fast and Furious."

Merging Lenses: Humanities and Science

Write for the Future | Posted 01.15.2015 | Education
Write for the Future

I was in Egypt a year before the Arab Spring and saw deeply rooted social divisions well before the country cracked like an egg in January 2011. I stepped off of the plane into blistering Egyptian heat to meet my tour guide, Tarek. I

Searching for My Identity and the Right House

Write for the Future | Posted 01.08.2015 | College
Write for the Future

The unknown path in Peru is as liberating as my view of the future. I am excited with the feeling of not knowing where I am going. The foreign is as comfortable as the familiar. Thus, I am satisfied not knowing my dream house since I will keep creating it as I continue to evolve.

A Mile in Nana's Shoes

Write for the Future | Posted 01.01.2015 | Education
Write for the Future

I slide out of bed around 5:25 a.m., the sun still preparing for a long day in the sky. It's pitch-black, except for the faint light at the end of the corridor, which leads upstairs to Nana's house. This illumination is my sunrise every morning. As my foot touches the cold tiled floor, I arrive at my early morning sanctuary.

How We Rationalize the Silences We Invade

Vanessa Mártir | Posted 12.30.2014 | Latino Voices
Vanessa Mártir

I've dissected these stories, written and rewritten them, sat with them, prayed with and for them. I've thought about how it's going to affect my family, my mother more than anyone. These are her secrets I'm revealing, her shame, that silence that has eaten through us like gangrene. This silence killed my brother.

My Kind of Brain

Write for the Future | Posted 12.23.2014 | Education
Write for the Future

By Melck Kuttel Through the human eye, letters form up at attention, their ranks splitting off to make squads commonly known as words. Most can keep...

Pokémon to Mediation

Write for the Future | Posted 12.10.2014 | Education
Write for the Future

The civil war intensified. My two teammates fired shots at one another. I buried my face in my palms, avoiding the crossfire. The battlefield was a dorm room at the California Institute of Technology two summers ago.

My Mom's Alive, But Her Eating Disorder Took Her From Me

Abby Norman | Posted 12.07.2014 | Women
Abby Norman

By the time I started school, my mother's bulimia was a normal part of my life. But as I grew, her focus on my looks and her fears weighed heavily on me. It would take me years to figure out that it was never about me at all.

Challenging the Uneasy in Real Life and Fiction

Write for the Future | Posted 12.03.2014 | Education
Write for the Future

I first met Ken and Phillip the night before at a gathering on the Norwegian Gem Christmas cruise. The gathering seemed almost too good to be true. Eight teenagers began the evening as strangers and, within minutes, we were talking comfortably.

At Home with Aging Books

Write for the Future | Posted 11.05.2014 | Education
Write for the Future

My love of used bookstores started with a walk with friends. We were killing time before the late-night showing of a movie. We came across a billiards parlour, but weren't allowed to play because we were all 15. Then I saw it: a calvary of wooden carts on 12th street.

Living the Opera

Write for the Future | Posted 11.16.2014 | Education
Write for the Future

By Giorgi Ben-Meir Hand in hand, I walked with my older brother Sam into the Metropolitan Opera House at Lincoln Center in New York City. He was twe...

How College Applicants Can Go Beyond 'Show Don't Tell'

Josh Stephens | Posted 11.15.2014 | College
Josh Stephens

"Show Don't Tell" has become less a piece of advice and more of a slogan. Students who haven't been taught to think deeply about writing might have heard it and still not know what it means.

How My Mother And I Are Handling Her Alzheimer's Diagnosis

Mardra Sikora | Posted 11.13.2014 | Fifty
Mardra Sikora

My mother is a character from a Tennessee Williams play... but without a Southern accent. I am her second child and was born when she was 16 years old. Her childhood was cut short and never spoken of in a way that imparted a sense of safety or innocence. Each man she ran away with she hoped would rescue her from the last. She gave up every child she bore to some degree.

The Incarnations of Leadership

Write for the Future | Posted 11.05.2014 | Education
Write for the Future

By Parris Lloyd Five different people were calling my name. No, six people. Backstage, one of the singers was on the verge of a meltdown, screaming ...

Saving a Piece of a Family Portrait

Write for the Future | Posted 10.29.2014 | Education
Write for the Future

By Alyssa Morgan It's raining when I go into the subway station, but snowing when I exit. When I see the flakes I immediately reach for my camera, s...

This Messy World

Richard Abrons | Posted 10.28.2014 | World
Richard Abrons

A messy world? Oh, yes. But do some good and enjoy. Nothing wrong with that.

I'm a Domestic Disaster: Does That Make Me a Bad Woman?

Nikki Gloudeman | Posted 10.25.2014 | Women
Nikki Gloudeman

I think I'm a pretty fun girl to have around. Yet on some level, despite my progressive ideals, I've always feared that my domestic inadequacies will prevent any man from wanting a real future with me -- when there are, presumably, Martha Stewart minions just waiting in the wings.

Fit for Me

Write for the Future | Posted 10.15.2014 | Education
Write for the Future

By Marlena Rubenstein At 12, I could barely run across the gym without gasping for breath. So if someone had predicted that I would one day run 3.1 ...

The (Naughty) Joy Of Judging Other People's Parenting

Nikki Gloudeman | Posted 10.11.2014 | Women
Nikki Gloudeman

At the end of a recent flight from San Francisco to Philadelphia, my neighbor took it upon himself to gnaw on the seat in front of me, coating the che...

Blue Cake and Cheese Cloth: Why I'm Not Mad Nobody Cooked for Me Growing Up

Annie Battles | Posted 10.04.2014 | Comedy
Annie Battles

Every year for my birthday my dad would pick up Chinese food on his way home from work, while my sister would make me a cake filled with blue food coloring. My mom would pick up a chocolate orange to give me.