THE RACIST INSIDE US, AN EVOLUTIONARY PERSPECTIVE by Bill Portela
The Racist Inside Us, An Evolutionary Perspective
THE RACIST INSIDE US:
AN EVOLUTIONARY PERSPECTIVE
By Bill Portella
Out of three-billion sequenced DNA codes in the human genome, chimpanzees share 99% of our hieroglyphs letter for letter. Would eyebrows...
LESS WE FORGET by Gretchen Weaver
“Her name is Dua Lipa, mom, not Leepa Dupa,” says my very exasperated 15-year-old son.
“Oh, you know who I’m talking about,” I laugh it off, but ugh.
My own mother does this too—goofs up the...
OSCAR WILDE IN BOCA By Emanuele Pettener
OSCAR WILDE IN BOCAby Emanuele Pettener
A few years ago I went to Mass, here in Boca Raton, Florida, where I live. Mass began and before the Gospel a distinguished lady went up to the...
NOTHING THERE By Megan Madramootoo
NOTHING THEREby Megan Madramootoo
I watched Seth quietly and quickly disappear behind the off-white front door as he held something small and box-like between his two hands. When the door slammed behind him, I immediately began to...
BLUEBEARD’S TREASURE By Joseph Albanese
BLUEBEARD'S TREASUREby Joseph Albanese
There was treasure in those woods. He knew it. Even at five-years old, he knew it. There were ghosts in those woods as well. He knew this too.The Boy knew this...
WHAT LIARS THEY ARE by Frank Kowal
What Liars They Are!
by Frank Kowal
It was 1954, and I was six years old, watching TV by myself on the floor of my living room. In those days the TVs were...
THE RIVER ROSE by Meg Jerit
The River Rose
Things started to feel differently. A rash began to creep up my neck. A knowing was gnawing inside of me, but it eluded my fingertips daily so that I could not...
SHAPING BEHAVIOR By Isabelle Runge
SHAPING BEHAVIORby Isabelle Runge
I pressed my foot firmly into the gas pedal, maneuvering in and out of lanes at an anxious pace. With one hand on the wheel, I reached my other into the...
OUR CELLS By McKenzie Fletcher
OUR CELLSby McKenzie Fletcher People want me to talk about it. They say it will help. But I am more focused on the way the chair feels hard and cold under me, so the memories...