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I was being led by something. So tender and raw inside of my body that I can’t point to a specific place — there was me before I had ever seen a dam. And the... Read More.
Do you have an elderly parent who has fallen victim to internet conspiracy theories? Has your politically moderate loved one begun spewing racist and militant r... Read More.
Humza went to school with me in Kohat. We were always competing with each other for the first position in class. His father was in the army, and he’d just gotte... Read More.
The week the pandemic hits, I break my lease in Little Haiti and drive fifteen hours up the I-95 to be with my parents. My father has bad lungs and I’m scared t... Read More.
In 1996, the year my mother died of a heroin overdose, Purdue Pharma started to sell OxyContin in the United States. The company aggressively marketed and promo... Read More.
by Rogelio Juárez
I could talk your ear off about the current state of Mexican-American literature. I spent the first half of my life in public schools (g... Read More.
by C.A. Schaefer
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Dust remembers what we try to forget, preserves the hidden, and keeps evidence in wait. Dust is composed of dried peas knocked dow... Read More.
by Zoe Fenson
Today is June 30, 2020. One year to the day since we lost you. I am standing at the ironing board, running a hot iron over a folded and stitched... Read More.
by Marianne Manzler
The first time I watched you kill a fish, you were methodical and emotionless, striking it in one blow. We stood in the kitchen, wea... Read More.
by Lauren Krauze
April 10, 2020
Four weeks. Four weeks and still the virus. Things that were once normal now seem absurd.
Early one morning ... Read More.
by Dayna Cobarrubias
“I need you to do something for me,” you said as you sat across from me in the locker room. I stared back at you and it was like I ... Read More.
by Lisa Chen
1. The true cost of dying lies beyond the sick. It buries itself in the people who try to love the sick. There are more obvious costs like ... Read More.
by Malaka Gharib
On a recent afternoon at Tysons Corner Mall in Virginia, I detected — above the waft of Auntie Anne’s pretzels and the affront of vanilla a... Read More.
by Rashaan Meneses
“For some of us, language is a homeland…” - Gloria Anzaldúa, Borderlands/La Frontera
We live where the fog used to gath... Read More.
by Anne Liu Kellor
1. When the Ferguson shooting and protests erupt in 2014, I am stuck in my own cocoon, mourning recent betrayals in my marriage. Temporar... Read More.
by Katrina Otuonye
Before my jaw surgery, I got used to doctors holding my face in their hands. They cupped my misshapen jaw, measured my midline, open bite... Read More.