Tell me we’ll never get used to it. Richard Siken, 2005 The boy didn’t know what to do with sounds that entered his head and became something else. His…
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Creative Nonfiction / EssayThe Wheel Maker: How My Daughter Learned to See Like a Colonizer in the Classroom
My daughter chose her school just like she chose her name at three days old. Her little fingers grasped at several folded pieces of paper in a shiny porcelain bowl.…
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I sit on the chain link fence with bell hooks and watch the rising sun above the barren earth dominated by the white of the snowy winter. I am reminded…
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It began insidiously. I was a comparative literature major. Fellow students and professors alike assumed I studied English and Chinese, rather than English and French. They were puzzled when I…