Guest Author 3 Minute Read by Charlotte Gray Hey you, Yes, you, the one who is a mother without documentation to prove it. The one who has given mother-love to those who didn’t come from your body. The one who wipes snotty noses at a daycare. The one who dries tears at the playground. The one who babysits for free…
Caroline Rose Sanders 4 Minute Read Though I took driver’s ed when I was sixteen, I didn’t actually start driving until I was eighteen. By the time I was nineteen, I was driving myself to work and to social events, but every time I got behind the wheel, I was a wreck. I hate driving, I told people. But that wasn’t…
Rachelle Rea Cobb 3 Minute Read Aeneas, a paralyzed man, lived in Lydda. For eight long years, he was bedridden. Eight years. That’s twice as long as I spent seeking publication. Twice as many years as I spent in college (or four times as long, since I went for two years to two different schools). Eight summers where the sun shone…
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