I think for most of my life, I’ve believed that my mom knows everything. Not just in the way little kids think their parents are...

A few weeks ago, I stumbled upon my fifth-grade diary. Inside was a life I had almost forgotten: my own looping, uneven handwriting,...

Last year, I was warned by everyone that junior year is hard. As always, I barely listened, thinking that I, THE Emma Luu, would be able...

Tonight is one of those writing nights—the kind where the world feels softer, where my sheets are cool and crisp, the mattress cradles me...

It’s almost my birthday, and while I am excited to be “young and sweet, only seventeen” and to meet new people, experience new...

My favorite question to be asked was always, "What do you want to be when you grow up"? Five-year-old me had it all figured out. I was...

Having a sibling has taught me many life skills. First, never leave your food alone. When we were little, having a brother was like...

In my five-year-old self's opinion, there was such a delicate elegance in covering my face with stickers, wearing a princess dress,...

Every December 31, I wake up considerably early considering I'm on winter break (10:00 a.m.), and decide to change my life for the better...

The only thing better than waking up an hour before the alarm and falling back into the sweet comforts of sleep is a midnight instant...