A few years ago, a small group of courageous people worked, fought, sacrificed, and ultimately prevailed in establishing the Friends of Farmworkers House, near downtown Syracuse. One purpose the house serves is to provide temporary shelter and resources for migrant farmworkers… Read more ›
Home is one of those words that is easy to define until you start really thinking about it. It’s a place. It’s people. It’s belongings. It’s a state of mind. It’s a wish. When I was a child, my home… Read more ›
Ever since I first left my hometown, I’ve been longing for a reason to return. But economic realities and social stigma make moving back to small-town rural America feel like going backwards—giving up. By age fifteen I was eager to… Read more ›
The obligation to be In side Indoors space closing tighter smaller as if protecting Without knowing the weight of the thickness of its own walls You find yourself again In the once neglected chair that has become overly… Read more ›
I’ve often lost myself In the ether or mythos Reinvention Just keep your promise And always Bring me back to Harlem You must remember Harlem That place where we were nothing more than Boy and Girl With fates determined by … Read more ›
How does being from Belize influence your identity? Belize is a former British colony. It’s the only Central American country where English is the National Language. But the language Belizeans speak depends on what part of the country they grew… Read more ›
