by Nate—Age 33—Petaluma, CA When it all started I took phone calls and fixed problems. Technical people called me, software engineers, and I helped them do things that I could never explain to my family. I felt like I had two lives: my days were filled with cubicles and computers, my nights were spent with [...]
by Lara—Age 37—Sundance, UT Cleveland, 1987. Most commuters shuttling home on Detroit Road to their five-bedroom tract houses miss Golden Buddha, hidden in a strip mall between a barbershop and a hardware store. I come here after school, three days a week. Wash rice! Wash rice! Mrs. Wu’s high-pitched voice; always the first words I [...]
by Kay—Age 69—Sewell, NJ What had possessed me to think I wanted to be a nurse? I was eighteen years old, filling a washbasin and crying at the sink in the eight bed women’s ward. I was dressed in my blue and white stripped uniform, white stockings and oxfords. The starched cap worn by nursing [...]
by Jamie—Age 26—Kingston, NY I was just out of high school, fresh off the chopping block and had to find my means of living. I was in the arcade playing some video games to separate this new adult feeling, when I saw a huddle of blue shirt and khaki pants gang. I soon realized they [...]
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