Gabrielle Yuan
told in the dark [lifestyle]
By AJ Wu, Gabrielle Yuan, Jessica Lee, Elaina Bayard, Michelle Bi and Daniella Coyle | October 22my attic and i
learning how to sleep [lifestyle]
By Gabrielle Yuan | April 9My mother likes to bring up that I used to be a heavy sleeper—a good sleeper—when I was young.
listen to where it tenders [narrative]
By Gabrielle Yuan | March 19I practice curling my tongue, enunciating, moving my mouth in unfamiliar directions. The sounds of the spoken language ring true—I grew up listening to my mother tell me Chinese folktales of a woman stranded on the moon for infinity, or hovering above my shoulder to reprimand me for my poorly drawn ...
whispers of thread [lifestyle]
By Gabrielle Yuan | February 26I open one eye and peer down toward her hands. Her shaggy, black hair has grown longer, the uneven ends resting across the front of her shoulders. The patina white yarn is stretched across her lap. While her face is not in view, I know her mouth rests closed, lips pressed gently together. Her eyes are ...
winter's blanket [narrative]
By Gabrielle Yuan | February 12The red bench stands out in the stark whiteness. The tarp above, which sits at a slight tilt from the weight of the fallen snow, protects the bench from icy remnants. The steady shiver of my hands, a few brave fingers dangling out of my parka, is perhaps a sign of the harshness of winter. If I tasted ...
in time, [lifestyle]
By Gabrielle Yuan | November 13There is nothing that causes me greater anguish than the thought of wasting time, if only for just a second. Every night before bed, my mind twists and unravels, looking for particular solutions to this dilemma: to maximize every conversation, every moment in-between class—even during mealtime, where ...
good eats [lifestyle]
By Gabrielle Yuan | October 2At what point do you take a look at your new friend (the one you met in class just a couple of weeks ago) and say: “Want to grab a meal?”
change and choice as one [narrative]
By Gabrielle Yuan | September 25I find myself in an ebb and flow state of mind—wandering in and out of consciousness—one part of me here and one in my hometown. Feelings like this regularly shadow me throughout late summer, the seasons unraveling into one until every part of my routine is twisting and turning without reason to ...
to be alone or not to be alone [narrative]
By Gabrielle Yuan | April 10I wonder when I started being afraid of alone time. It’s been an unconscious, foreboding feeling for so long; I’ve adopted it to the point that I feel like I exist as a result of the feeling. What happens now, when I’ve grown used to relying on others? Memories of my childhood sporadically come ...










