Uncelebrated Wins
Finding a sense of belonging in ourselves
Have you ever felt like all your hard work isn’t good enough? I’m a first-generation student, and my parents constantly ask me about my future. To them, it’s important that I keep working hard to get a degree. It’s easy to gloss over our success…
The Ways We Can Still Say ‘I Love You’
As cities and states begin to reopen public places, I think about the ways we’ve learned to be there for each other in the past few months. And I worry about what will happen if we let ourselves forget how we supported each other even…
Student Draws Attention to Racism Within Kappa Kappa Gamma
Sorority’s statement on Black Lives Matter indicates systemic problem
Kappa Kappa Gamma (KKG) member Nicole Afolabi took to social media on May 29 to denounce unchecked racism within the UC Santa Cruz sorority chapter. What started as a response to the sorority’s statement on the murder of George Floyd became a larger effort to…
Black Lives Matter: Statement of Solidarity and Apology
Content warning: This statement references police brutality, racism and murder. City on a Hill Press stands in solidarity with the Black Lives Matter movement. We support all protests and other forms of collective outrage in response to the murders of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Ahmaud…
Journalist to Journalist, I’m Asking You to Not be Impartial
To my fellow journalists covering the protests following George Floyd’s murder, I have an important request: don’t strive for “objectivity.” I choose to put objective in quotation marks because I believe it is neither a possible nor desirable ideal. Many days in the past week…
Home Cooking for the Heart: Eggs, Rice and Ketchup
Pleasure to meet you, my name is Ryan and I really like making comfort food! This recipe is a take on a ketchup fried rice dish my friend’s mom used to make for us whenever we went over after school. She always invited us into…
Through Our Lens: Gallery Wall
The cracked finishes and curled edges of my childhood
Growing up, I could stare at my parents’ bedroom wall for hours. Stapled to the unfinished plywood was a collection of photographs from their lives in the U.S., and the ones they had left behind across la frontera many years before. These memories and reminders…
