Appalachian?
“They’re in the chesterdrawers” I said. “What?” Kyra asked. “They’re in the chesterdrawers” I said. “What in the world are...
Dispersed
I do stream of consciousness writing just about every weekday morning. I stumbled upon this entry from about a year...
A Better Soil
I grabbed my loppers. I cut at its branches. I cut. I cut. I cut. It was violent. There’s no...
Dear Coach Carr,
I have close to one hundred students this semester. I’m hearing all kinds of stories from them about how they...
The Day I Became Dr. Humphrey
As I pulled my creaking thirteen-year-old Ranger into the driveway, Kyra stepped onto the front porch holding a “Congratulations!” banner....
