Asian-American, Female, Story
My Hair is a Curse As I’m walking down the streets of New Delhi, India, I can feel the stares from street vendors covered in oil and sweat from the hot and humid summer air. I can feel the stares from women draped in cheap, dull colored saris. I can feel the...
El Salvador, Female, International, Latinx/Chicanx, Story
How Being Salvadoran Affected Me My story begins in a small town in El Salvador where my parents met and fell in love. After their courtship started my father was drafted into the military to serve in the civil war while my mom stayed back in their small town. As the...
Asian-American, Female, Story
Phone Call The first phone call came on the day after my 6th birthday. “Happy Birthday, anak” a stranger’ voice had greeted me. Anak which means child in Filipino. I would later on associate this stranger’ voice as the voice of my mother, a...
