My birth story is a war story. And for years, I thought birth and war were related. I first heard my birth story in the...
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Self Censored: When Writing is Not Right
I stopped jumping in and out of trouble. Once, it was a moving car, my father pissed; the walk home slow and only mildly treacherous....
Language of the Border
I. Growing up young, Filipina, and undocumented in Southern California, I naturally had a monstrous appetite for the various news feeds transcribing and sensationalizing the...
Report from the Field– Speak Test: The Silencing of the Racialized Body
In my third year as an MFA student, I received an email from my English department requesting that I schedule and pass a Spoken English...