by Miguel Paredes “Acuérdate de siempre dar gracias” Remember to always give thanks. These are the words I grew up hearing from my mother reminding me that every step I take is only made possible by the countless people supporting me upright. In times of anger and sadness, I often forget to give thanks. Thus,…
Category: Personal Essays
The Holi Spirit
by Matt Thekkethala On the afternoon of Friday April 29th, 2016, I celebrated my first Holi. I ventured to the Swing Space courtyard with a group of friends decked out in white t-shirts and sunglasses, joyfully threw colored powder at said group in addition to many other strangers, took several photos with said group in…
A seat at the seminar table
by Carlene Ervin I didn’t know that private schools existed. Within my sphere of knowledge in Oakland, CA of public and charter schools battling for state funding, private schools were a dreamland. For all I knew private schools were Hollywood’s inventions in order to sell the stories of rich kids’ childhood drama. Where I’m from,…
TO THE OP-EDS I WILL READ IN THE MORNING
by Ana Barros To the Op-Eds I will read in the morning: I know there’s very little I can say that will make you understand. There are not enough tears, not enough poems, not enough instruments in the world to speak the language of my stomach on nights like this one. How do you describe…
A More Perfect Union
by Alejandra Padín-Dujon Betsy Padín,“Tormenta Anunciada (de la serie Coordenadas).” Acrylic on canvas, 46″ x 60″, 2007. I feel vaguely uncomfortable as I sit on a bright couch at La Casa one cold, sunny Saturday, waiting to go on the inaugural Social Justice Tour of Fair Haven with a handful of other students, a local alderman,…