Why I’m Thankful To Be Alive
My fourteenth summer, twin funnels descended from the mildewed sky and barreled across the field behind our house. We didn"t know it until after we'd watched the news, but they were the same funnels that obliterated the home a quarter
Wading Through Troubled Waters
Winter 2006The picture was taken during our trip out West. I was fifteen, and my best friend Misty eighteen. It was taken the same day we thought we were going to drown. Our backdrop is my family’s ancient, dust-crusted, black
Folk Matter; They Really, Really Do
At first it seemed my UK adventure had accomplished everything I had hoped it would: I no longer obsessively checked my email to see if my beta readers had contacted me with feedback on my novel; I didn"t even care to
No Place Like Home
Our plane, en route to JFK airport, lost its weather radar and had to make an emergency landing in Detroit. Though no oxygen masks were deployed from the ceiling and no cheery attendants herded us through the side exits like