In a City Classroom

I learned a few sparse details about the tragedy of September 11 at Lutsen’s Bar on Lake Superior. I waited in the lounge for my turn to use the

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A Kilometer of Cheese

I will never forget the first time I entered a Mexican store as an eight-year-old and tried to buy something. It was after I had emigrated from

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I Am

I am a Hmong boy who lives to eat rice. I wonder how much rice can feed the world. I hear the sound of Mama packing the rice from the “vab” I

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