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Laurel Benjamin's Writings

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Oct.25.2010
My mother watered me, tended me as a flowering plant in a garden, but I also felt like a weed, not good enough, different. I was the one blonde child on a bus-full of black kids going up the hill, sitting stiff on the tall dark green seat with the straight back, my hair in two ponytails, one behind each ear. My transparent bag with a colorful flower pattern...
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Oct.25.2010
After leaving my long-time bookselling job and traveling in Europe by myself for three months, I found a job in the city at a small bookstore. I wanted to reinvent myself, find a new career, but was unable to make the jump. I was still figuring it out, I told myself. It was early November and already the leaves had started crumpling up on the sidewalks of 24th...
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Oct.25.2010
My student says she’s living in a golden cage as an undocumented immigrant, “the gold representing the opportunities immigrants do have, such as public education, the simplist thing as being able to go out and spend ten dollars in food. Back home (Mexico), those ten dollars are needed to pay rent, bills, and put food on the table for a whole family.” If you are a...