Cornelia Li

Cornelia Li is a Contributing Illustrator for Narratively based in Toronto. Her works often explore human emotions via storytelling.

Stories By Cornelia Li

The Man Who’s Been Fighting for Medicinal Psychedelics for 45 Years

A consensus is building that demonized drugs like LSD and MDMA have significant therapeutic value. Rick Doblin has been preparing for this moment since he was 18 years old.

My Grandma’s Hidden Holocaust Heroics

We grew up idolizing grandpa for surviving death marches and beating up Germans, but grandma was always just, well...a sweet old lady. We couldn’t have been more wrong.

He Killed 140 Men in the Electric Chair. Then He Took His Own Life.

The man who operated New York State’s “Old Sparky” was calm, collected and always professional. No one knew that every flick of the switch was tearing him apart.

50 Years Ago Our Best Friend Was Sent to Vietnam. The Luck of the Draw Still Haunts Us.

The three of us grew up on the same street in The Bronx. Then I found a way out of the war, Frank narrowly escaped, and Stevie was lost to history.

This Trailblazing Feminist Was the First Woman in the New World to Demand Her Right to Vote

In Margaret Brent’s day, women were supposed to be seen and not heard. That didn’t stop her from taking on the system.

That Time a Guy Asked Me to Channel My Novel’s Protagonist On Our Creepy First Date

As an author seeking representation and a single woman seeking love, I let the strange charade go on a little too long.

The Women in My Family Had to Be Good With Money

How my mother, grandmother and I saved, schemed and sacrificed to gain independence from our controlling husbands.

How the Intimacy of Massage Helped Me Recover From Childhood Trauma

After I was touched inappropriately as a kid, and then not touched at all for years, the right pair of well-trained hands helped me finally feel comfortable in my own skin.

Single Woman Seeks Responsible, Caring, Tough…Uncle

In Pakistan when a child has no father, his uncles step in to lend a hand. As a single mother in America, this was far from my reality, but my wayward teenager desperately needed...