I’ve had more than a few near-death experiences. There’s the time I almost fell off the 3-foot-high branch on a tree in my backyard when I was 6. Read more...

To a windowless, musty, dirty, rowdy Kerckhoff 118, otherwise known as the Daily Bruin newsroom, This is a love letter to a place I’m not supposed to be. Read more...

When I was 4, I remember sliding on my swim fins and jumping into the shimmery pool, pretending that I was a mermaid. Admittedly, it was a small plastic kiddie pool, but ever since then, there has always been something so fascinating about the water and its warm touch. Read more...

Every layout I design starts as a blank page in my unlined notebook. But finally sitting down staring at yet another blank page, I had a difficult time finding the words to start this column. Read more...

I tried my best not to run up the steps of Kerckhoff Hall. I approached the foyer of Kerckhoff 118 gingerly. I knew that the prognosis was not good. Read more...

I tend to know what I want from the get-go. I already knew that an urban jungle was not my ideal choice of residence. I am not a city girl at heart. Read more...