She considers sacrificing her pinky finger for even the idea of the memory to leave her, but as she holds the knife a few inches from her hand, you convince her to be patient and leave her fingers intact.

I caught sight of my lawyer, Sam. Court appointed. Suit three sizes too big, surrounded by a mess of papers and folders. Then I heard it. Heels like exclamation points on the courtroom floor and a voice that boomed throughout the courtroom.

Jeanne F. Jalandoni is a New York City-based artist, who works primarily with oil paint and textile. Her work explores visually defining bicultural identity through examining her Filipino heritage and experiences growing up as a 2nd generation American.

Nancy slapped Sunshine’s hand away. The child stumbled back as Nancy walked ahead. Sunshine began to chew on the frayed collar of her dress, which was already too small for her.

It was quite the scandal when she followed my father back to Indian Territory while my sickly mother still lived.