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Nesting by Stephanie Smith-Gieg
Stephanie Smith-Gieg has recently had her third child, a girl named Violet. This is her memory of nesting with Violet. More at mommy notebook, a sketchblog.
The Sweetness of Sugar by Anjali Enjeti-Sydow
My father arrived to this country in 1971 with seven American dollars in his pocket. He landed at JFK airport with one suitcase, a thick Indian accent, and clothes made by a Hyderabadi tailor to accommodate his particularly slight South Asian stature. As he was exiting the airport, confident, arrogant even, in his new homeland, he saw a man sitting on a curb playing a guitar with its case splayed open on the sidewalk next to him. My father briefly paused and watched as other Americans walked by and tossed change into the musician’s guitar case. And because he was now in America, and very eager to assimilate as quickly as possible, he approached the musician, handed him his only $5 bill (the vast majority of his wealth) and awaited change. The musician took the money, briskly thanked him, and turned back to his music. My father was shocked. Not only was he not receiving change, the remaining $2 that meagerly lined his billfold was all that he had left on him to get him to El Paso, Texas for an awaiting job. He was just twenty-two years old.
Why We Write by Joanna Djos-Tobin
To begin with, you hate this piece of shit computer. Your husband bitches about it on a daily basis, but because you’re supposed to be the conscious of your home you smile pleasantly and say that the computer is fine and we’ll make due. Meanwhile, in your brain giant calculators begin to assemble budgets of when and how you’ll buy a new one. Perhaps this summer, if the car doesn’t break down or the cat doesn’t catch leukemia or the electric company forgets about you. Still, he’s at work and you have no major problems to solve, at least for the next three hours. In between keeping the kids occupied with boxes of raisins to snack on you dissect your brain for your next essay, or novel, or poem you’ll keep secret from your parents the next time they’re in town. You wonder if you have ADD and should start taking Ritalin, or maybe its just allergies. You walk back and forth like your schizophrenic uncle used to. He was a kind of Jerry Lewis hybrid in striped pajamas. In the 1970’s he thought Wolfman Jack had a contract on his life and would make disturbing phone calls to the radio station. You remind yourself that his condition was genetic.
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