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Would you, mama, believe if I told
That everything here is changed into gold,
That gold is made from iron and blood,
Day and night, from iron and blood?
—My son, from a mother you cannot hide—
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Moyshe-Leyb Halpern
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New York City, United States of America
Date:
1919
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I was standing in the park under that tree. They call it the Hanging Elm. Once upon a time it made a big improvement on all kinds of hooligans. Nowadays if, once in a while…No. So this woman comes up…
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Grace Paley
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New York City, United States of America
Date:
1985
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A woman named Bella stayed behind to speak to me. Her hair was carefully waved, touched with streaks of blond, her eyes round and blue. She was not one of the shapeless old, but kept waist, hips, and…
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Norma Rosen
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1996
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In the Bronx, in Brooklyn and in New York City,
My cousins all have stores.
Seven cousins with seven stores, like commandments.
Business people with long lists of going bankrupt.
And my family-name…
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Kadya Molodovsky
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New York City, United States of America
Date:
1937
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Yesterday, I dumped on my son the following story:
That my father was a cyclops and, of course, had one eye,
That my fifteen brothers wanted to devour me,
So, I barely got myself out of their…
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Jacob Glatstein
Places:
New York City, United States of America
Date:
1929
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“Dearest Volodechka!” Mother shouted. “Happy birthday…! Happy new beginning…! Your father and I wish you a brilliant future…! Much success…! You’re a talented young man…! The economy’s improving…! We…
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Gary Shteyngart
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New York, United States of America
Date:
2002
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In April 1942, after months of probing and letter writing, Mother and Mrs. Gerber received letters telling them that Father’s troop was in a Russian prison camp. However, no word came from either of…
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Aranka Siegal
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1981
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“We are alive. We are human, with good and bad in us. That’s all we know for sure. We can’t create a new species or a new world. That’s been done. Now we have to live within those boundaries. What are…
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Carol Matas
Places:
Winnipeg, Canada
Date:
1993
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I went back to my letter. “Every Sunday there’s a chess tournament.” I stopped writing.
It was crazy. Mr. Doom was supposed to take care of all of us. Mr. Meltzer was supposed to take care of the…
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Gail Carson Levine
Places:
New York, United States of America
Date:
1999
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Bread
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…
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Marjorie Agosín
Places:
Wellesley, United States of America
Date:
1995