Category: Community
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written by: évah myles I think back fondly on Sundays spent at my grandmother’s, cicadas singing, smoke bouncing off my garments, and sugar hot off my breath. We’d sit in a panelled room, her wooden rocking chair creaking, and my stool right beside her bodice. We sat, our laughter filling the room, beads spilling onto…
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written by: évah myles Peace as a word is meaningless. Peace as an action is the death of death. In 2026, we are going backwards. Prejudice is at an all-time high, empathy is at an all-time low, people are being dragged off streets, shot in the face, and beaten for protesting. Now, more than ever,…
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written by: évah myles Every New Year’s Eve, my grandfather would cook black-eyed peas. It wasn’t unusual for the man: he was a cook. He served in the military as a chef and continued his duties post-release with his family, cooking for his daughters and wife before his night shift at the neighborhood school. No…
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