Amanda Nava: Novena, short story
It’s Tuesday and we walked through Grandma Eta’s door. I guess it’s Grandpa Rudy’s door now that Grandma Eta died.
“Who is it?” asked Auntie Mary from the dining room.
What does it mean to center, and to read and discuss critically the narratives, lyrics, and epistemologies of Filipino Americans? This is what we have been “wrapping our heads around,” all semester, and during all the semesters that I have taught Filipino American Literature classes.