Home: Divided

I am a seven-year-old boy in the yard in front of my house. Living in a small space made me feel like a mischievous, troublesome brat. I fully enjoyed the light of days. My small yard was the place where my friends and I used to spend the whole day playing ball and “catch me.”…

Home: Well On My Way

I am glad I’m never going to be seven again. Seven was painful. What point of reference does one have at this young age? I was leaving first grade and entering second. We were living in an apartment at the corner of Montrose and Clark when my father became sick and lost his job. So…

Home: Shelved

I forgot what I was doing, standing here. That’s right — looking for a place to put this finished book. I scan the shelves to see where it might fit best. The top shelf contains mostly coffee table books. Below that, nonfiction. History on the left, biography and memoir on the right. Toward the middle…

Home: Simple Pleasures in a Strange World

8 years old I lived in a single home until I was 8 years old. I don’t remember much about it, but I can recall some scenes. My parents had two daughters and one son. I am the last. My family lived in a small single home in an alley with my youngest uncle and…

Home: I See What Matters

I see myself growing up so fast. Now I can notice things that I could not when I was seven. My parents’ house is still warm and enjoyable with them in it. I have a little baby brother, and I must help my mom care for him. Two sisters and two brothers already left the…

Home: Large and Small

Her house at 7 years old She was lying with her friend on a brand new hardwood floor covered with newspapers. They were watching TV in an empty room. The new house felt foreign. She spent most of her time, even sleeping, at Grandma’s, next door, the place they had just moved from. Time was…

In-Between

  I am a graduating senior at Wheaton College studying philosophy and German. This spring, I came to the People’s Resource Center to assist the Saturday morning English conversation class. For two months, I found myself sitting in a classroom with 5-7 English students and Patricia B. who has run the class for years. Most…

“What I did was so little…”

I’m a Wheaton College student, studying for a Masters in TESOL (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) program. It’s been almost a month since I finished my practicum at People’s Resource Center DuPage (PRC) with my mentoring teacher. However, it feels like yesterday. The first time I visited PRC was last winter. My professor…

Interested in Writing Class?

No matter how long I am away, I always come back to writing. It’s time to begin another session of our PRC Writing class. Thursday, July 13, from 6-7:30pm at Wheaton PRC. We will work together for 6 weeks. This session I’ll be using a favorite story telling form as our theme. It’s called “The…

Japan

I am from Nagasaki in Japan. I want to change my life so I choose Toronto in Canada because it is close to New York and I watch a lot of Sex and The City. I want to be Carrie Bradshaw. One year I go to the Time Square Countdown. Everything is so new in Canada. There,…

Ukraine

Before I came to America, I knew just two words in English: “hello” and “apple.” I lived in Ukraine. I worked as accountant. I never planned to come to America — I didn’t want to leave my father. When he passed away, my mother said, “Now, you’re free.” In America, there are very much more…

South Korea

I came here from South Korea 3 months ago. In South Korea, I was a teacher in the middle school for 15 years. I needed to recharge my batteries! In childhood, it was my dream to come to the U.S. and learn American culture and language. Fortunately, my husband got a good opportunity to work…