Creative nonfiction published in The Write Launch
Standing in Tiananmen Square that autumn day in 1998, I marveled at its vastness. The few people populating its more than fifty-three acres seemed like ants on an enormous sidewalk. The square could hold many, many more. Multitudes. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine multitudes there, specifically the million protesters packed into those 4,736,121 square feet at the height of the 1989 pro-democracy movement.
Conjuring the protests, images of the movement’s final hours flooded my mind— tanks, heavily armed soldiers, protestors desperate and defiant, their fervor steadfast despite the overwhelming threat of being shot or crushed, their inevitable fear. Read more…
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In the photo, an exultant young woman sits astride a rearing horse. Even without a saddle, she looks as comfortable as if she were in a rocking chair. That young woman, Clara, wears her first pair of cowboy boots, while beloved Queen, displays her own splendor. Together, the horse, sleek and strong, and the rider, young and happy, conjure an air of freedom, of possibility—and unity.