I am an immigrant. I was not born here, nor were my parents. As I grew up, I watched my parents as they worked through legal documents, took passport pictures and took yearly trips to VISA stamping centers....

Voting for the first time felt surreal. As I stood in line with my mom, I couldn’t help but feel like an adult. In my early teenage years, I had a preconception about elections - that the process...

Being the child of immigrants is amazing, until it’s not. We have twice the culture, twice the languages and twice the cuisines. But we also have twice the expectations and twice the gatekeepers. A gatekeeper...