Guest Author 5 Minute Read She looks at her hands, twisting, untwisting, fingers chasing fingers. Now she looks at the ceiling. Now her hands. Twist. Untwist. Twist. All the while she’s saying it, getting it out there: Sometimes I feel like I’m not very beautiful.
Rachelle Rea Cobb 3 Minute Read I made a startling discovery while washing dishes this evening. And I never would have discovered it had it not been evening. The dancing darkness outside the window pulled me in, inviting me to plunge into nothingness and numbness and the shivery night. My fingers slowed on their sudsy trek through the dishwater and I focused, truly focused, on the window and my view of the outside world.
Chantel 5 Minute Read I’m a Washington-born, Alaska-grown transplant. In my lifetime I’ve moved ten times (five of those being in the last six years) and about nine thousand miles. I have lived in some of the most beautiful places in this country. Compared to some people, my moves of a few thousand miles here and a few thousand…
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