Natasha Metzler 3 Minute Read Haiti, February 2009 {journal excerpt} Today is one of those days. I feel so sad and homesick I think I could curl up and die. The children are in school. I can hear their endless chatter but I can’t understand any of it. Amos is gone working, and here I am, alone. I wish I…
Elisabeth Allen 5 Minute Read Don’t you love it when you get a letter in the post? Under my bed is a box. In the box are hundreds of letters written by dozens of girls. The letters are tied into bundles. This bundle of letters is from Anna. That bundle of letters is from Sarah. This friendship dates from 1999….
Rachelle Rea Cobb 4 Minute Read I’ve never called myself an artist. A writer, yes. In fact, it was just this year that I grew comfortable with introducing myself that way in those ice-breaker moments at the beginning of the first day of class. “Hi, I’m Rachelle, and I’m a writer.” Of course, I’m sure that had something to do with…
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