Departures
by Lena Moses-Schmitt

  If we are quiet, we are reminded that it is not us but the world that makes its own electricity.    Before the flight takes off, the young boy next to me pulls from the mouth of his red canvas backp... Read More...

Mouthy
by Rick Bailey

 One September day in 1975 I was sitting in a classroom in North Carolina when a woman behind me tapped me on the shoulder. I was new to the school. I’d talked to a few classmates, but not enough, I though... Read More...