Yo Soy Latina,  hija de inmigrantes, mujer de color, primera generación en los Estados Unidos, aquà desde el Sur.  Chicas como yo no han sido escuchadas en esta institución predominantemente blanca.  Mi piel puede llevarte por mal camino Mi acento y presencia es lo que aleja a todos Pero
Did Joseph have to babysit Jesus so Mary could go to her little sleepovers? She must’ve placed a cute baby pout on her lips and told him girls need a bit of fun. Then she’d arrive at Elizabeth’s in her pink bunny slippers, those fluffy ears bouncing along with her tapping toes and stay up [&
We rented the house just north of Blissfield, the alley kitchen made for many traffic jams, though the only horns that would blare trumpeted the readiness of rosemary rye.  The guest bedroom sweetened with sawdust, your cedar stain waging an aromatic war against my window silled peppermint.
By Julia Voyt Pages and pages of 12 size Times New Roman are bled across the paper feverishly, introductions and statistics under methods and conclusions. Not eating food and my bicep is smaller this week I talk faster to my family and I write, write, write. The earth outside smells different and sw
By Fara Ling Ah Ma,     A few weeks ago, I realized I have never written Ah Ma a letter. That means I have never told Ah Ma I love you. There’s no way to say it in Hokkien, Ah Ma’s mother tongue. Forcing the syllables wa ai lu to sit next to […]
By Emma Gail Compton I made the table I eat dinner at. The wood was cheap but sturdy. The stain I chose is a dark oaky red and makes the small round table seem more expensive than it was. One could find something similar at any store, but this table, my table, I made. I […]
