Jacob Moore

Male, Story, White

A Journey Home The road growled underneath my SUV as I swiftly turned onto the off ramp at Berkeley, ignoring the dirty looks that my brother and close friend gave me while they clung to the car with white knuckles. The turn was a bit quicker than I’d intended....

Anonymous Slug

Asian-American, Male, Story

“Home Is Where The Heart Is” It wasn’t until the fourth night after stepping in the States, that I truly became aware of where I exactly was. It was not the jet lag, it was the excitement, the thrill to catch the first glimpse of one of the...