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.