We Were All New Once: A Back-to-School Letter on Belonging, Bravery, and Kindness
I arrived in America as a high school sophomore, 15 years old, awkward, and foreign in every conceivable way. My
I arrived in America as a high school sophomore, 15 years old, awkward, and foreign in every conceivable way. My
Summer is for more than rest—it’s for rising. In kitchens, gardens, books, and trees, let children gather the skills that
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