2024 NATIONAL MEDAL
for Museum and Library Service Finalist
The sphere rushed towards him at an incredible speed. In front of him were two warriors. The one nearest him wore an outfit that included a mask and a padded leathery article on one hand. The second warrior simply wielded a swinging stick to ward off these projectiles – but missed.
The projectile hit the leathery protector with a resounding “thud” cueing the man to respond with the all familiar “Strike three, ‘yer out!”
“It’s just a toy,” she says to her inconsolable daughter.
When she was her daughter’s age, halfway across the world, she had lost a blue shovel at a beach in Taiwan. It was cerulean blue with scalloped edges, and it had been swallowed by the ocean. It was the first of many losses her heart would come to endure.
“You’ll get over it soon,” she says, but she knows that’s a lie.
The bottom of a long hill has a steel mill, at the top is a college.
In May of my senior year, father asked what did I plan to do after graduation?
My reply, join the army or work in the mill.
Dad said, ""I came from Italy and had to stop at the bottom of the hill, you can make it to the top.""
The next day I applied to college.
I smell earth boiling.
Hawkeyeing the women around the table, I hear shrieks and laughter.
""Artichokes!""
And three large green flowers appear.
The cacophony dies to a movement so fine- leaves flittering in pooled butter.
Then, feral- leaves ripped and scraped on teeth.
I watch astonished as they work to the heart.
I digest my visual meal. Always, from then, remembering the beauty and brawn of getting to the heart of the matter.
“There’s no such place as Fillateens! You’re Chinese! My mommy said so!”
(shrug) “It’s PHILIPPINES and it’s real! I’m not lying!”
(multiple glares all around) “Fine, Fillateens! You’re it!”
(scattering)
I chase them all, my black hair like a flag waving proudly with each tag.
“You run good and talk good!”
“That’s right! Better get used to me and watch out!”
EB 1984. Too different for many then, and still for some now.
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