The Glimmerine: Chapter 1
Every morning Leah rushed her to eat breakfast, finish dinner, or brush her teeth. At school, her teachers said, “Turn in your paper. Open your book, line up for lunch,”
Every morning Leah rushed her to eat breakfast, finish dinner, or brush her teeth. At school, her teachers said, “Turn in your paper. Open your book, line up for lunch,”
He told me he’s able smell them as soon they walk into his office, urine and feces or layers of caked dirt, he has eyes at the back of his
I put off going to the mall as long as I could, didn’t care to deal with parking and crowds, and everything in between like grabbing a shopping cart and
I can’t imagine her not being in my life, my childhood friend, our story recounted so many times about how on the first day of school she’d asked to borrow
Children of immigrants often speak of being one or two generations removed. Not knowing much about my family background, I’ve always thought of myself as two generations missing, and yearned
I stood there all day selling exotic mushroom to tourists trolling the food stalls of the Ferry Building. Didn’t know much about mushrooms, but got the job because I knew