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GO! GO! GO!
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GO! GO! GO!

By Louie Flores

"...Then out I went. I heard the wind all around me. It was quiet. I saw the trucks and trees below, and they looked small. I was nervous but those crucial four seconds were the most important in my life up to then. ... I was in God’s front yard. I steered my chute to the right, left, to the front, and back. I felt as if I was riding a giant swing – a natural high. It was 1974; I was 19 and straight out of East L.A. from the biggest varrio at the time: the Varrio Nuevo Estrada Dukes. ... "

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15 Jan 2016
Every Day I Love You More
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Every Day I Love You More

By Brian Rivera

"... Fans cursed the player who scored the goal as he ran across the field with arms outstretched, ready to transcend into heaven. Men all around me buried their faces in their hands. You could feel the wound. Then Boca tied the game and the stadium erupted. Forty-six thousand people rose to their feet. The sound was white noise. Fans twirled their shirts over their heads. Others fervently kissed the crest on their jersey. ..."

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15 Jan 2016
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Blinded By The Light

By Susanna (Whitmore) Franek

"...Instead, after two days of trekking in the rain through Prague on my own – in the worst storm of the century – letting my intuition guide me, I acquiesced, realizing I had fallen in love at first sight with a partially blind man. ..."

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15 Jan 2016
Warrior In The Fields
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Warrior In The Fields

By Fabiola Manriquez

"... Our home was known as the Kool-Aid house, since many neighborhood kids gathered regularly to play in our backyard, eat from the various fruit trees, and enjoy a glass of Kool- Aid. We were very poor and our backyard was much larger than our humble little shack. ..."

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15 Jan 2016
A Walk Up The Street
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A Walk Up The Street

By Jose Nunez

"...We passed the corner house where a girl named Gerri used to live. Once, her brothers got into it in the middle of the street. Their mother went into the house and came out with a monkey wrench. She looked mad enough to swing at their heads. Instead, she smashed the windshield to her oldest son’s Impala. That stopped the fight. ..."

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15 Jan 2016
Reflections
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Reflections

By Olivia Segura

"... He walked up the stairs and saw men in suits rushing in and out of the glass doors. He saw, too, his own reflection – a farm boy in work clothes. He turned and headed down the stairs and found a hotel facing City Hall offering rooms for two dollars a night. He sat on the twin bed and re-counted the money saved from his work in the farmlands of California. Miguel hid most of the money in a sock and placed it in a jacket in the closet. He headed back to Broadway where he paid 35 cents for a full meal at a cafeteria called Clifton’s. He bought a navy blue suit, white shirt and tie at a shop nearby, and then headed to Plaza Olvera for a haircut and a shoeshine. ..."

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15 Jan 2016
Salvavida
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Salvavida

By Yanndery Flow

"... The pool was a safe place, a refuge from all of that. If we could make it there, we were fine. A lot of us inner-city kids were basically raised by the public school system during the year, and, during the summer, by the parks and recreation department who offered free meals and activities for unsupervised children. Unlike many kids in the neighborhood who grew up at the park, I grew up at the pool. ..."

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15 Jan 2016
White Avenue
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White Avenue

By Anika Malone

"...My family had just moved from Upland months before. We lived there for four years. The surrounding area was tired, run-down strip malls staffed with unpleasant folks. The neighborhood we lived in was filled with loud, boorish people who called the cops on me for walking outside. The guy across the street would accuse me of stealing my car at least once a month and every morning the street was littered with beer cans. ..."

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15 Jan 2016
Crossing One Day
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Crossing One Day

By Brian Rivera

"... We rented a room the color of mint ice cream in Ciudad Juárez. The room had a black rooftop and was equipped with a bathroom. We used the living room as a bedroom and our kitchen was a sink inside a narrow hallway. The living room took up most of our living space. ..."

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15 Jan 2016
A Piece of Myself
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A Piece of Myself

By Susanna (Whitmore) Fránek

"... Yet I couldn’t keep my mind off the photograph of Peter and Lettie Mae, most likely taken when they first met or had just married – the union of two cultures that was just beginning to mix and create what became Los Angeles. ..."

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15 Jan 2016
Warrior of East L.A.
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Warrior of East L.A.

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By Fabiola Manriquez

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15 Jan 2016
Charro of Caratacua
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Charro of Caratacua

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By C.J. Salgado

It was not what I expected, a day at the beach, waiting for the sunset.

The day before, my grandfather arrived at our front patio after being picked up at the

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15 Jan 2016
Miracle Man
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Miracle Man

By Milton Alex Chi

"... they made a circle around my bed and as they held hands they thanked God for my life and prayed for my health. I remember then being lifted from the bed. It was like I had wings beneath me and as they flapped they reflected a silver light with a white glow. I felt the air flowing under me as I rose. ..."

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15 Jan 2016
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The 10

By Sarah Alvarado

" ... I hate this drought. I hate being lost. And I hate San Bernardino. Everywhere is dusty and alone and sad but here I am, because I love my dad. My dad knows what it is to be San Bernardino. He knows what it is to be alone and sad. ..."

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15 Jan 2016
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