I was His Angel, Now He’s Mine

I was His Angel, Now He’s Mine

December 13, 2018


Filed under Opinion

It has been said that “time heals all wounds.” I do not agree. After time, there will always be a scar as a reminder of what happened. For me, my scar is my dad's urn of ashes. It was late August 2015 when my dad was admitted to Kaiser for a liver filter surgery due to his liver cancer. This was...

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Josie Spiegelman

September 20, 2018


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My grandma stands at four feet eleven inches and sports a short, close-cropped salt and pepper haircut. Her skin is darker than most other Japanese Americans, a reminder of her upbringing on a small farm in Pescadero. She likes to knit her grandchildren sweaters, send them off to college with homema...

The Journeys of a School Gypsy

Hannah Yerington

October 31, 2011


Filed under News

I’ve always been a school gypsy. For those of you who are unaware of this subspecies, I will explain. A school gypsy is one of those odd people whose lives seems to consist of change, who have itchy feet and never stay at the same school. There are different gypsy categories: the troublemaker gypsy,...

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