[Click on the photos to read our personal narratives]
Jack Doppelt, Founder and Publisher>>>>
JACK DOPPELT: False papers mean not wanting to say you’re illegal
Current Writers>>>>
Former Writers>>>>
JOSIAH BONIFANT: My mom and I rebelled and took our political cues elsewhere
WILSON CHAPMAN
CAYLA CLEMENTS: The GroupMe message startled me and got us talking
CAI CRAMER: My great-grandfather etched his legacy from a figure skater’s blade
VICTORIA LEE
CHLOE LOMBARD: So This Is Christmas
LAUREN MAMMINI: I’m taking the slow, steady road to discovering my Mexican heritage
CLARE PROCTOR: How do I tell Hayat’s story when I’ve been exposed to nothing like it?
SOPHIA SCHOTT: I learn the hard way what summers mean to friendships
SIAN SHIN: My mother is an artist
OWEN STIDMAN: He’s the last person I’d expect to carry a burden of “bad Asian”
JIMIN YOOK: Envision this shortcut to the American Dream: Find a girl with citizenship, and marry her
MICHAEL ZHOU: The tale of two parties comes down to the ease of faking it
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JUSTIN AGRELO: The line between point A and point B for we Chicago high school kids is a straight line with freedom on neither end.
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AQILAH ALLAUDEEN: It was my grandma’s diagnosis, but she couldn’t understand it and I couldn’t explain it.
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MIRIAM ANNENBERG: My license seals my story
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DANA BROZOST-KELLEHER: Lilia’s support system makes it all possible
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BECKY DERNBACH: My friend Abdi can do anything; as a Somali refugee, he’s had to
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CLARISSA DONNELLY-DEROVEN: Read her story-It’s uncanny how identical our ball and stick letters look in ESL classes
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CAMILLE ERICKSON: I learn to listen through thick water across distance and difference
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ASHLEY HACKETT: Over our first dinner, we touch the surface, probably hold back, and want more
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MARY HALL: What will become of my multicultural-ness after I marry an American?
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ANNMARIE HILTON: Read her story-Back when I was blind to my Belgian blood
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RITA OCEGUERA: In the words of my mother
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JAVANNA PLUMMER: Zambia is 8,000 miles away but feels the same as America to Nama
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KATIE RICE: Venezuelans like Maria are caught in no identity land
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ANKUR SINGH: I had a front row seat for the green card dance twice
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JAMIE SPAIN: Boil Jorge down to George and he becomes American before your eyes
DANIEL VIEGAS: The spirit of Ubuntu welcomes me to the Italian bocce club of Bedfordview
