Coura Fall

My niece says she wants to quit school. She already finished middle school, she only has three more years left and she’ll be a high school graduate. Three years! That isn’t a long time! I told her, you want to be stupid like me? I can’t even read my identity card. I don’t know anything…

This Old House

And Then It Was Less Bleak Because We Said So BY WENDY XU Today there has been so much talk of things exploding into other things, so much that we all become curious, that we all run outside into the hot streets and hug. Romance is a grotto of eager stones anticipating light, or a…

Creative Writing

B is for Boly Lying on my back, the sky is an I-Max theater. Children giggle and cuddle next to me. Women shuffle slow to the kitchen. Nature emerges from the fields. The sounds of settling into the night come in full surround sound. The light of the moon rolls the opening credits and a…

Non-Fiction

The Paradox of Help I’ve met Senegalese people who are these incredibly intelligent and savvy leaders, criss-crossing the district and even the country, participating in endless training and projects, leading the change they want to see in their world. Yet, they turn to me and say things like, “But I’m just a poor farmer, I┬áhave…