It was 7:20 am and after looking both ways, my cousin Alissa and I sprinted across Northfield Avenue.
The bus was ten minutes late, as usual.
I took a seat behind a man reading the Star Ledger.
Men in suits,
Going and stopping,
Women clutch onto their handbags,
stopping and going.
Cars squeeze...

The tour guide with a name I could not pronounce stood at the front of the air-conditioned bus. He was light skinned, probably in his 50’s, wore a dark curled mustache below his nose and a sombrero to boot. He was a Mexican cowboy, I imagined. I looked around at the tourists who would be joining...

What is the meaning of a dragonfly?
“It lets us see past the illusion, letting light in so that we can see what we need to see to make our lives better. When we’ve tricked ourselves into believing that the limitations of physical existence...

NOTE; I wrote this about a year ago for my creative writing class.
(Assignment: Descriptive and meaningful memoir)
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New York City—
    The City of Romance? Of Opportunity? Perhaps both.
    But sadly, she wasn’t...

MY NAME is Claire Anne Rementilla.
(she is an aspiring travel journalist)

I want to change the world. [

The way I would change the world would not be something tangible,...