ByKaylen Sanders

Kaylen Sanders studies linguistics, computer science, and nonfiction writing at the University of Pittsburgh. She likes social justice and has a weakness for milkshakes.

  1. I owned a white doll when I was two years old. Like any self-respecting tiny caretaker, I had a miniature stroller to tote the doll around in. I made crop circles on the rug of my living room as I wheeled back and forth busily. My parents later bought the doll a companion, but this one looked like me. They propped the new black doll up in the stroller beside her white equivalent.