Category Archives: Non-Fiction
Clarisse Goncalvey, “Tia Jwanina”
Tia Jwanina’s house felt lonely and so did I. No one was there anymore. The only thing I could hear when I went to her house was the trees going back and forth in the yard. The house still smelled
Clarisse Goncalvey, “Tia Jwanina”
Tia Jwanina’s house felt lonely and so did I. No one was there anymore. The only thing I could hear when I went to her house was the trees going back and forth in the yard. The house still smelled
Eleanor Dow, When HE Dances
Picture this: a four-year-old boy is at L.L. Bean, picking out a fleece. He runs toward the rack of pink ones and says, “This is the one I want!” At home, he dresses up in his sister’s ballet leotards and
Eleanor Dow, When HE Dances
Picture this: a four-year-old boy is at L.L. Bean, picking out a fleece. He runs toward the rack of pink ones and says, “This is the one I want!” At home, he dresses up in his sister’s ballet leotards and
Andrew Hopkins, Quarter Collecting
I found the final quarter two days ago. It was in my lunch money. I got home and emptied my pockets, tossing my pencils, pens and homework on my desk, and then I took out my guitar picks and change.
Andrew Hopkins, Quarter Collecting
I found the final quarter two days ago. It was in my lunch money. I got home and emptied my pockets, tossing my pencils, pens and homework on my desk, and then I took out my guitar picks and change.
