A Little Piece of Home
A Reading Comprehension Passage by Common Core Texts

As a long-distance truck driver, I spend days at a time away from home. It can be difficult to be away from familiar surroundings, and in order to stay sane, one has to find ways of bringing the comforts of home to the road. For example, I always take my pillow with me so that no matter where I lay …

My Odd Upbringing
A Reading Comprehension Passage by Common Core Texts

To call my upbringing odd would be the understatement of the century. My family made oddballs look normal. I grew up on what you might call a houseboat. I suppose it technically was both house and boat, since we lived aboard the contraption and it floated (usually). But it looked more like a floating shack than a houseboat. My father …

Summer in Managua
A Reading Comprehension Passage by Common Core Texts

My parents came to the United States in August of 1992, just months before I entered the world. They settled in Buffalo, New York, where a job awaited my father. My uncles had warned that the winters could be bracingly cold. Still, my parents were caught by surprise in September when the weather began to turn. By the time December …

Moving Day
A Reading Comprehension Passage by Common Core Texts

Sometimes, you don’t appreciate what you have until it’s gone. I learned that lesson many summers ago on a hot July afternoon. It was moving day, and my parents had spent the morning packing every item we owned into a large truck. My clothes, my soccer trophies, my old toys: every single item that I called my own was packed …

A Rose for Ellen
A Reading Comprehension Passage by Common Core Texts

My grandmother’s name is Ellen Rosemary Dagostino, but I didn’t find that out until I was nearly an adult. To us, she was just “Nana.” We never imagined that Nana had a life or a history of her own. In our minds, she existed only to bake cookies and cover us with kisses. When Nana turned eighty years old, she …

Tough Love
A Reading Comprehension Passage by Common Core Texts

As a boy, I used to wait in the kitchen for my father to come home from work. When he came through the door, he would pick me up and kiss me on the top of my head. “How was work?” I’d always ask. I knew that a story was sure to follow. It seemed like something funny was always …