Dec 6, 2018 | Creative Non-Fiction
Laughter overflowed the car and the windows opened to let it out, to let it out and for it to be lost in the wind. And lost in the drive was the mind, the mind that only left burnt rubber behind and we navigated the narrow streets of Philly with slow tires and...
Dec 6, 2018 | Creative Non-Fiction
I remember pulling into my grandparents’ driveway when I was six years old to see the place crawling with Them. Everywhere – the scaly trunk of the giant pine tree in the front yard, the splintered and bowing railing of the porch, the elliptical leaves of the...
Dec 6, 2018 | Creative Non-Fiction
I am Mongolian and Colombian. As a child, I never quite understood why it was so rare to be such a mix. Since kindergarten, I’ve been traveling around the world, spending almost each school year in another country due to my father’s work. I desired a place to...
Dec 6, 2018 | Creative Non-Fiction
We all lined up at the door of our first-grade classroom in our two lines, waiting for our teacher, Sister Rita Mary, to turn off the lights and take us outside for dismissal. Each line had 15 excited first graders, all in their green and red plaid uniforms that...