My memorial links back to a memory of a dinner I had with my family under the Bosphorus bridge one night. That specific night, I felt a sense of home within me and found my cultural identity. I felt more complete. Through my Turkish heritage and Luxembourgish upbringing, I was able to link the geographical…Continue Reading Finding Home
Kintsugi: Gold spills out of my mother’s womb. Shattered, she brings life into the world. The broken vase has sharp edges, as sharp as the thorns of a velvet carmine rose. My brother representing the seas, whereas I carry the name of just one. The tides come and go, as I…Continue Reading Self Portrait: Kintsugi
In her essay, Ashley C. Ford explores the effect men have had on her journey with her body growth. Through her excessive use of quotations and the personal pronoun “I,” Ford makes her essay inviting and shows that the experiences she has dealt with are intimate, which she is willing to share. As the essay…Continue Reading Commentary on “The Year I Grew Wildly, While Men Looked On”