Everything was gone. Empty. They had ransacked my house by the time I got back from my college trip to New York and Connecticut, but I expected this to happen. My tía and tío had scheduled the movers...

“When I say your name, please say ‘here’ or ‘present’,” the unfamiliar adult said in a quiet classroom.  My worst nightmare, the biggest gamble of the day would fall upon me: Is my name...

It was past 10 p.m. as I pushed around the curled-up pasta I threw into a boiling pot of water. It was barely made well; in fact, it seemed to be disfigured into weird shapes that resembled ovals more...

In typical younger sister fashion, I always barged into my brother’s room unannounced, but he never minded. He’d always be sitting at his computer desk playing games on a slightly torn rolling office...

Two pigtails, purple sunglasses, a small, cyan handbag. I remember this was the ultimate gear I wore when pursuing the first dream I ever had. What was this dream you may ask?  Yellow crayons.  Hundreds...

I’ve always had a big mouth. Scrawled tactically under glowing recommendations and smiley face stickers would be a small, tacit note: “Joseph is VERY… social.” Translation: teach your kid to shut...

There comes a time every year when stores and games and rides bloom out of the ground, all encapsulated in a little bubble of fantasy and escapism. As summer turns to autumn and the leaves begin to fall...

Boom. "Sesame Street" plays on the TV. I’m happily eating the aloo bhaji, roti, and eggs my dad made for me. The sofa is set to where I have my little nook, closed off from the rest of the couch....

I’m not sure how the calendar was made. I remember learning about the Egyptians in my sixth-grade world history class. In 1500 B.C., they measured time with sundials. Their years were not marked by gridded...

Meet Generation Z. The lazy generation. The selfish generation. The always-have-something-to-say generation. The generation that only knows how to scroll on their phones and demand everything while doing...