EssayJuly 24, 2017<July 17, 2017 How to cut wood from a fallen tree by Nora Kirkham The sturdy roots of a giant oak were snapped by stormy winds before its trunk keeled over behind our cabin in the snow. No…
EtceteraFebruary 27, 2017<February 23, 2017 Reverend Doctor Garbage Man by Kirstin Vander Giessen-Reitsma As a garbage man, I probably know more about the people on my route than their pastor does. John Marboe This delightful StoryCorps piece…
PoetryJanuary 3, 2017<January 3, 2017 Afternoon Nap by Marjorie Maddox My daughter dreams breasts, lip-synching lunch. I am the large one beside her, a sleepy parenthesis curl for her appetite. Like a sleepwalker descending…
EssayDecember 12, 2016<December 12, 2016 Tears come by Kathryn T. Jones The tears start at the back of the eye. I suppress all thoughts of death and blink several times. They retreat. I press my…
EssayNovember 16, 2016<November 15, 2016 Country roads, take me home by Amy Nemecek I kick back the blankets and willingly rise at 7:00. It’s Saturday morning in early October, and Dad’s driving into town. He does this…