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Very early in the morning we went to pick up fresh bread at Doña Blanquita’s. However, before arriving at her house that resembled the generosity of her hands and clay ovens, we had to cross a…
Contributor:
Marjorie Agosín
Places:
Santiago, Chile
(Wellesley, United States of America)
Date:
1995
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My father lived to be ninety-eight, and until the end of his life he never failed to introduce my sister and me with a grand gesture as his “two disappointments.” We were, very simply put, an…
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Ruth Gay
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1996
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There was a rumpled old Polish man who boarded in the apartment of our building’s superintendent. With baggy pants, fraying suspenders, a wrinkled hat, and a wooden cane, he looked like the lovable…
Contributor:
Joseph Berger
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
2001