Ripple

A thirty-minute walk, past the high school senior parking lot, across the main road, and two lakes brings me home from school. Exactly thirty-six mailboxes mark...

Lonesome Prairie

Holding a cup of hot green tea, Marie sat in a white wicker chair on her front porch and watched the fading sunlight cover the Badlands formations in pastel sha...

What’s In a Name

On this day that was to change my life, I looked out over the sea of students, monks in front ranging from very young to those whose age exceeded my own. Behind...