New York or nowhere
I watched the sky as icy crystals began their descent from the clouds to my hair. All the…
Creative Nonfiction
Don’t neglect the Midwest
It only took a day or two of interacting with the California natives at my college before it…
Identity
“Entering sovereign territory of the Seneca Nation Of Indians.” It felt different reading it now compared to my…
The road less traveled: A double amputee’s journey on MTS route 888
Joe Kirby, a double amputee from Boulevard, CA, is the copilot of MTS (Metropolitan Transit System) bus Route…
The Heart Shaped Wind Chime on The Pomegranate Tree
There’s a heart shaped wind chime on the pomegranate tree in my grandparents backyard. I don’t know how…
Guided by the Stars
We crested the hill slowly, stopping at the top for longer than usual. No cars urged us on…
Consider the Agapanthus
“Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence,…
The Whales Don’t Sing to Me Anymore
Sometimes the air smells like it did when I went to SeaWorld 10 years ago. A chilly, July…
Reflections from my Civil Rights Pilgrimage
The Civil Rights Pilgrimage is a new class this year that includes a pilgrimage through the south over…
That Time I Got Catcalled by an 8th Grader
“Hey ladies.” I fight the urge not to roll my eyes, or laugh it off, or glare at…