Part I of a Series Stories circled my mind since I was a little girl with a diary. At first they were amusing stories about roller-skating on South Bronx streets in the middle of the night, or about the police raid on the Chinese laundry my friend’s father owned. But the stories weren’t cohesive. Writing was something I taught, not something I actually did. I was immersed in a world of college students who were potential writers, yet I did not put pen to paper. Something held

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