Can You Hear Me?

With a plastered-on smile, I faced a rowdy class of Chinese preschoolers and reached down to the tips of my toes to muster up my maximum volume: “If you’re happy and you know it…” I clapped my hands. I stomped my feet. And I turned myself around. “That’s what it’s all about, hey?” But those…

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What Are You?

What are you? demands the bag boy as his hand makes sweeping, circular motions in front of his face. I am fire and I am frail. I am strength and sarcasm. Demonstrative and demure. I cry, I am human.

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