The teacher who had taught in the art room before me was a gray-haired superhero in an apron. I know this because she was once my teacher.

For the past six months my husband Jeff and I have swapped late nights out with early nights in. We’ve become experts on car seats and having conversations about getting no sleep.

There is a magnet that I keep thinking about on the refrigerator door in my grandfather’s apartment.

Hail, Hail to the Jacksons . . . family and crew, And Hail to our beloved Ocean View.

The following is an award-winning essay written by Womsikuk James for the Young Native Writer’s Essay Contest.

I have the night shift. The preferred shift, really. The baby sleeps (more) at night. Etienne is the baby’s name. Etienne is French for Stephen.