Building a Bridge with Words

At the writing workshop, I ask the students if they are here because they think writing is important. A couple of them raise their hands. Then I

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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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