Neighbor hood

Pictures of a Hometown

Photo by Athena Rajnai By Athena Rajnai I. Dog the one who skips through the cold claiming the block with his taupe coat  and over bitten jaw  talks much more to me than his owner about cars, mortgage, life. the grass on the front lawn defrosts into icy droplets  as each one of Roger’s paws… Continue reading Pictures of a Hometown

A Tale of Two Area Codes

Photo by Jana Marquez By Jana Marquez I’ve had the same phone number since 7th grade. Even though I’ve been calling Las Vegas home for the past 4 years, I have yet to make the switch from 312 to 702. Even though my zip code has changed, my Chicago area code remains, grounding me throughout… Continue reading A Tale of Two Area Codes

Para Mi Corazón

Photo by Jacquelyn Rodriguez By Jacquelyn Rodriguez “Para mi corazón” Hola mi amor, Ever since you left, I feel like my heart’s been miles and miles away.  Okay, fine. I’ll admit that sounds a bit dramatic, pero (y esto es un secreto, por favor no se lo cuentes a nadie) soy bien chillona.  I knew… Continue reading Para Mi Corazón

Seasons Change

Photo by Ash Fuentes By Ash Fuentes The end of August signifies the end of my carefree routine in which I got used to living each day without school assignments due for three months. The start of every semester is always the roughest one for me personally. I see that for most people it’s the… Continue reading Seasons Change

Connected Through Melody

Photo by Jacquelyn Rodriguez By Jacquelyn Rodriguez Once upon a time, I was an “orch dork.” I was an avid violin player throughout middle school and high school. I joined chamber orchestra, attended countless rehearsals, and performed in multiple concerts, competitions, and gigs. I made unforgettable memories with the other orchestra kids and our wonderful… Continue reading Connected Through Melody


Photo by Bianca Bucu By Bianca Bucu Whenever I think of the word neighborhood it’s synonymous with the word belonging. The meaning of belonging shifted for me gradually as I got older. That word sometimes became a synonym for good, bad, and everything in between. But above all, that word became known as a never-ending… Continue reading Belonging

Neither Here Nor There

Photo by Kleigh Balugo By Alexandra Pelas It feels like I’m stuck in between two communities, desperately wanting to be able to fit into both, but knowing that I’ll never be anything but a visitor in either. As a Latino American, I have always felt lucky to have grown up in a home with two… Continue reading Neither Here Nor There

Love from South Albany Street

Photo by Aiden Nelson By Aiden Nelson This series, entitled “Love from South Albany Street,” explores my relationship to the neighborhood I’ve lived in the past year and the complicated emotions I have toward it. I’ve watched two autumns from my bedroom window, memorized which yards I can cut across, the quickest route to my… Continue reading Love from South Albany Street


Photo by Cecilia Kegler By Cecilia Kegler I was about 8 years old when my sisters and I were coming back from a friend’s birthday party when my mom drove us past this old victorian house on Lake Cherokee. I remember my mom pointing to it and telling us that one day we’d live there… Continue reading 614

Neighborhood: Three Haikus

Photo by Greta Unetich By Greta Unetich A Haiku  Trumansburg, New York  I would stand in your  Kitchen for one more autumn, Watching the leaves turn.  A Haiku: Gold Leaves Ithaca, New York  When the small gold leaves Cover the ground, I feel like I can breathe again.  A Haiku: October Catalectic Haiku  The light… Continue reading Neighborhood: Three Haikus

Hometownless Hero

Photo by Kleigh Balugo By Kleigh Balugo My parents really love to move. So much so that I’ve lost count of all the houses I’ve lived in. The funniest part though, is that the only thing they love more than moving away, is moving back. I say this because although I’ve moved around a lot,… Continue reading Hometownless Hero

The Good Neighbor

Photo by Tracy Fuentes By Tracy Fuentes I’ve never been a really good neighbor. I’m always too shy and awkward to even wave hello to my neighbors. I usually avoid eye contact and pretend I’m busy doing something or that I didn’t notice them so that I don’t come off as rude. They probably still… Continue reading The Good Neighbor