Once in a while, I go back and reread my old blog posts. They’re kind of like reading letters from a past self I don’t fully recognize...

"You looked like you were about to punch somebody." That’s what my brother said as we sat together, replaying the video from my award...

Every year on my birthday, I tend to cry for one reason or another. I’m not someone who cries easily, but my birthdays have always...

I’ve delivered countless speeches throughout my life. I'm literally the vice president of my speech and debate team. You ’d think by...

I have packs and packs of stickers. Whole drawers filled with them. Stickers I’ve collected since toddlerhood, ones with sparkly...

Today is the first day of summer vacation. Usually, I'd be outside by now, running barefoot through sprinklers, planning movie marathons...

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...