By William T. Hathaway Amazing but true: The first European settlers in what is now the USA weren’t English Puritans or French fur trappers but Sephardic Jews. Before the Mayflower sailed to America, Jews had fled the Spanish Inquisition and…
By: Del Lobo Part I: My parent’s home is all I know. It’s a familiar world but there is a paucity of space. Never mind our home, the whole city is over-populated. And the noise! The proximity of people, animals,…
By Tei Kim A few years before the Korean war, World War II ended in 1945, releasing Korea from the 35 year reign of Japanese control. The Soviet Union had control over North Korea while the United States had control…
By: Amrita Valan I was a rather shy reserved kid, a little contrary, little droll, piping up to voice rather eccentric observations. Quiet, but opinionated. And demonstrations of this facet of me were available on various occasions. Like the time…
By Linda S. Gunther 1964. The Bronx. At 11 years old, I had a baseball card collection with over two hundred fifty trading cards I kept in an A&P grocery cardboard box under the bed. My cards were alphabetically organized…
By: April Mae Berza I started writing when I found out about the national hero of the Philippines crafting verses at an early age. That time, I told myself I will follow his footsteps. When I realized I could never…
By: Dora Nicolic nebula The day the sky split open, a swirl of dust, gases, and atoms suffocated the horizon. And the sky, well, she inhaled and took in every ounce of the atoms. She was left to expand, and…
By: Alessio Giussani and Sarah Waring “Can I ask you a personal question?” Although I barely know the work colleague sitting opposite me, something about this lunchtime moment on such a slender terrace encourages directness. Sharing viral downtime is still…
By: Natasha Rogers Chapter 1 Every mother contains her daughter in herself and every daughter her mother. Carl Jung She had just been born but already her veins pulsed with the blood of her history – the blood and…
By: Allison Futterman You come to my dorm room holding your pants in your right hand. In your left is an iron, and a jacket is crisply folded and draped over your arm. I realize this is your ROTC dress…