Carina Anon.

Untitled I’m seven years old sitting in the top bunk of the bunk bed my sister and I shared, I hear my a pa tell my a ma “yo no se haber tu como te las areglas” as the puerta is slammed shut and the white small car screeches onto the street where my...

Kylie Anon.

The Scarlet Letter Growing up in one of the most conservative towns California has to offer has been the greatest blessing to a white, middle-class, young woman like myself. I had everything I ever wanted when I was sixteen. I had a great family, great friends, and,...

Anonymous Slug

Untitled It was the usual annual Thanksgiving dinner that I was looking forward to after a stressful couple of weeks of writing college applications. It was a really enjoyable dinner until suddenly I was in the spotlight and all eyes were on me. I have always hated...

Diana Anon.

A Doctor for Two Weeks “What do you want to be when you grow up?” This is a common questions that adults like to ask children. My answer has always been “I am going to be a doctor!” The largest influence on my decision was my parents, as they...

Pei Ling Cai

Untitled My mother is my role model. If I could describe her in one word, it would be ambitious. I can honestly say that the person I am today and the actions I commit are for her and because of her. Growing up she taught me many valuable lessons. She taught me the...