HEALTH CARE IN THE UNITED STATES by Nathan Bachand
Have you ever been unable to pay a medical bill? Or perhaps you had to sacrifice something to get enough money to pay. Many people in recent years have been debating the question, should...
ARGENTINA 1990: THE ROAD NOT TAKEN by Carol Zapata-Whelan
It is a mild winter day in Buenos Aires, August of 1990, and my uncle Cacho, dark eyes convivial, is introducing me to an old friend in the Ezeiza Airport. My uncle's friend...
THE SHARPENING OF A KNIFE by Christy Bailey
Decay perhaps, or maybe erosion is a better word. The wearing away of outer layers. The gristle at the center exposed. We’re not talking about lovely river rocks, smooth and bulbous. Their trauma made...
RAMBLINGS OF A SELF-DECLARED NONCONFORMIST by Prakash Kona
Others are masters of facts. I’m a mistress of assumptions.
Take away the neutrality of gender and more than half the best literature of the world falls apart under the weight of its own prejudices.
A...
WORDS ONLY GO SO FAR by Netteange Monaus
“I love you too!” Then, I hung up the phone. Did I say it too quickly? Did my voice go up a notch? Why were my palms so sweaty from just a phone conversation!?...
ACROSS TOWNS: A Meditation on Transit by Toti O’Brien
In my mother tongue, the word city (città) is feminine. That is true for my second language as well. Ville is also feminine. This is of little relevance in the present day, but I...
LETTING GO by Brooke Castillo
I look at the grass art, leaning towards me at a 45-degree angle. Six flags are overlapping one another so elegantly, every blade of grass not surpassing the one next to it. I...
SOME THOUGHTS ON THE UVALDE TEXAS SCHOOL SHOOTING by Yun Xiang Zhang
All claims I have made are tentative; I warn the reader against my bias, but I shall do my best to be honest and accurate. Discourse is welcomed.
“…yet another school shooting in this country…”
“One...
THE MISBEGOTTEN TEAM by Paul Perilli
This came back to me years later when my brother and I were moving my mother to a smaller apartment in Waltham, Massachusetts.
I was cleaning out a drawer when I came across a batch...
XIFAKI, A SOUTH AFRICAN SOCCER GRANNY by Jean Duffy
Xifaki, A South African Soccer Granny
“I am eighty-six years old. I don’t know what my mates say when they look at me. Most of them do not even believe that I am that old....