Caroline Rose Sanders 3 Minute Read Cars run on gas, trains run on coal and I on words. I hardly remember a time when I wasn’t eating up poems, gnawing on novels and drinking in the sweet sound of my mother’s reading voice. These words made me want words of my own and when I started my own run-on sentences online, I…
Shelley Smucker 4 Minute Read “Who does she think she is?” “I don’t know, but she definitely tries too hard.” “I mean, I can’t believe she is after him. Like she has a chance with him.” “I know, right? It’s painful to watch.” It was an innocent enough scene, teenage girls lying in their bunks at a summer break retreat,…
Brianna J. Siegrist 6 Minute Read My twins are eight years old. They love kittens and rainbow ponies and Nancy Drew Jr. I look at them and see myself, at eight. See my chewed-off nails and curly pink scrawl. I wrap my arms around them and tell them the things I wish I could go back and tell myself. Your signature…
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