Olly Olly Oxen Free

The sunlight came filtered in brilliant shades of gold and yellow, its warmth coming through in patches to kiss my bare arms as I weaved my way between the rows of corn stalks that towered above my head. Their leaves reached out like crisp, elongated fingers, tips tickling my arms and legs as I passed. Pale dirt beneath my feet cracked, thirsty with the lack of rain, the lines opening ever wider underneath my weight like hundreds of hungry mouths hoping I might be able to offer them relief. ...more

each week, I wonder, should I try and write ... and then these posts appear on my screen ... ...more

The Scariest Place

The Scariest Place   I crept down the concrete steps praying, “I shall walk through the valley of death and fear no evil.” Repeating it again and again, I approached the heavy, wooden door with dread— the entrance to the largest, darkest place I knew at 8 years old, a damp, sunken basement storage room that stretched in a black void across the old apartment building filled with immigrant families’ possessions.Whenever I opened the door, I froze by what I heard but could not see: garbage-fed city ra...more

The Me Nobody Knew Then

In recent years, psychologists have advocated for models of child development that give central consideration to the role of culture and socio-economic status in shaping the way a child views the world and functions within it. Yvette Harris and James Graham, author of the 2007 book, "The African American Child: Development and Challenges," argue that this is especially important for understanding children of color. ...more

You're right, Candelaria, it is difficult. I think I've been struggleing for a way to talk about ...more

Amazon Top 100 Memoir Enemy Within By Karen Ager

What Brings About Change in People?Excerpt from Enemy Within by Karen Ager "Despite all my efforts, deep down I felt I was changing. My disease was not only influencing my body but also my spirit. The pain was starting to impact every dimension of my life. Until now it had been easy to ignore; it had been easy to deny. I had kicked it under the bed with all my half-read books. I thought I’d get back to it and deal with it later. But it got back to me first. Rheumatoid arthritis was truly forcing itself into my life. No longer could I convince myself that the disease didn’t exist. How much longer could I pretend that I was healthy like my friends? I started to feel the burden of my secret....more

Our Christmas of Catastrophes

Our Christmas of Catastrophes ...more

Letting Go: One Woman's Struggle to Give Her Son Freedom

By Cori HowardIt was around 7:30 on a weekend morning when I heard the front door open and close. Snuggled in tight beside my little girl, I thought for a moment how odd it was that my 9-year-old son and my husband were going out so early. I wondered, briefly, where they were going and promptly, fell back asleep.When I woke up, they were both downstairs, barely able to contain their glee. “I went to 7-Eleven, mom,” said my son, hopping up and down. “By myself.”Confused, I looked at my husband. “What do you mean?” I asked....more

Meet the Immigrant Neighbors Circa '50s

Meet the Immigrant Neighbors Circa '50s I was raised with immigrants, first, second and third genera...more

Graduation Flashback: Then and Now

Graduation Flashback: Then and Now As I watched the students march in procession, I thought back to my undergrad college graduation from the University of Illinois in Urbana....more

Yep, that's our boy Bush

The Guardian, ...more

A Different Kind of Retail Therapy

A Different Kind of Retail Therapy I was in my 20s, just finish...more