By Adam Toler Finding a topic for a Christian talk is always complicated. After all, Christianity has been around for centuries, and novelty is a bit hard to come by – most of the time, your audience can guess your direction right off the bat. I was praying about it, but I had a fairly even-keel summer break […]
By Kara Killinger When Pop takes you and Kenneth to roam the thin strip of sand between the grass and the lake, you will find treasures including a red and white bobber, broken sunglasses, and a fishing lure shaped like a strange worm. You will put the treasures in a bucket to show Momma and […]
By Kara Killinger I wish you could stay longer. I’ll never admit it, but I’d let you be here all the time if that was what you wanted. You could eat my canned peaches, drink my boxed wine, sleep in my bed, lounge on the couch over there, and just always be looking at me. […]
By Heather Wyatt I never thought I’d marry my ex-boyfriend. I only have one real ex-boyfriend. You know, the one that guts you, changes you, teaches you. That one. He taught me a lot about the things I wanted and didn’t want out of a relationship. But I never really considered marrying him. I knew […]
By Anonymous When I was young, I never kept track of how much my father had to drink on any particular night. Unintentionally, or perhaps even subconsciously, I carefully trained myself to look the other way when the liquor began to stain the corners of his mouth. I learned to keep my distance from him […]
Mafer Benavides “Mey-feer? Mahr-fahyër?” the tournament judge called squinting her eyes, trying to find the spelling error, even though there was no error. “It’s Mafer. It’s a nickname for my full name, Maria Fernanda.” She stared at me blankly. “My parents are creative,” I lied, and she laughed. “Okay, Mahfeer, you’re up!” I walk to […]
Michael C. Taylor “I have $120,000 of student loan debt,” the public school teacher, a single mother, casually mentioned to us over brunch. “I have no way of ever paying it back.” She took my breath away. We shouldn’t all be eating out like this together, I realized. Her kid playing with my kids. The […]
Lutfi Sun I lost a journal, a milky coffee colored journal that I kept in the 10th grade. She had a name, “the notebook whose color I picked.” Now, thinking about her name, I guess making that decision at the time meant to me that I was a grown up. I had the money and […]
Jennifer Jussel For the purposes of this essay, I’m assuming that you are dead. My sincerest condolences. Let’s say that, for now, how you died is not an important question. For our purposes, let’s say the moment you started reading was your last. It’s perfectly plausible, after all. Death can be terribly random. Sometimes, our […]
Mandy Campbell Last March, Spring Break. I can feel it coming as I leave the city limits on my way to a long- planned vacation with the kids. It’s a growing sense of trepidation, hovering over me, threatening like a black wave, trembling in place, poised to wreck its ruin. It overshadows everything, swirling up […]
Deb Wesloh | It’s time to dust again. I used to enjoy it…okay…let’s just say I tolerated it. However, since I recently finished my breast cancer chemo treatments, dusting the house is now a bit overwhelming.
Marlena Kuhn | She dances and dances. One step forward, small steps in between, one step backward. A Latin beat blares through the busy square, but the shuffling feet of passersby and the engines and honks of buses and cars drown the loudspeaker’s efforts. Her black tennis shoes and hot pink laces twirl.
Alexis Miranda Hinojosa Jarrett | Mi vida es una lucha de fronteras. I do not exist in either experience; rather I live somewhere in-between. I reside in the desert land between two familiar places. I know that neither one is exactly where I belong. Though I have searched for guidance, followed this star or that one, the correct path is unclear.
Aleena Ahmad | Don’t get me wrong. I love jokes. It feels great to laugh, to smile, to feel joy. However, some jokes go too far, and it happens more than it should. I’ve heard jokes regarding taboo topics—race, school shootings and some other things, and then I’ve also heard things about mental disorders, which hits close to home for me.
Jenna Shultz | The grass was a vibrant emerald, glistening with morning dew. Cats yawned lazily and settled in their perches for an early nap. Horses snorted for their breakfast. I grabbed a pitchfork and bucket, dragging my weary feet towards Derby’s stall.