Beth handed me a blueberry-scented magic marker and a canvas-sized piece of paper. “Tonight you get to tell your story,” she said to all of us, a collection of ten strangers assembled in a vibrant arts-and-crafts room. “Tell it however you’d like. Timelines, webs, drawings. There’s no wrong way to do it. You’ll present them [...]
The woman’s image flashed across the screen for a few moments, then vanished. Dark, glossy hair. A confident smile. Shining almond eyes. My classmates and I squinted, glancing from our papers to the screen. Shrugging, we scribbled on our papers, Asian. Soon a new woman’s portrait crossed the screen. Native American. Then a man with [...]
Bridget Cook 