December 22, 1938 “Children, have a wonderful Christmas break,” says Miss Freeley. “And remember – your holiday essay is due when you get back. Three pages describing one of your family’s traditions.” The children barely hear the words, squirming in their seats, tapping their feet under their desks, waiting for the bell to finally release…
The Writing Pen Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Ut elit tellus, luctus nec ullamcorper mattis, pulvinar dapibus leo. orem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur We Are Made of Star-Stuff We Are Made of Star-Stuff Kara Stewart • July 4, 2024 • The Writing Pen Amber downlights cast shadows along the path that…
Amber downlights cast shadows along the path that leads to the observation deck at LowellObservatory. As we follow the pools of orange light that mark the way up the hill, my brother and sister-in-law and I fold our arms tight over our down coats to ward off the cold of the moonless December night. It…
I come from the mountains, born of two souls who knew the power of dreams and the potency of possibility. They carried the first spark of me along a trail of stardust to set me gently down in a place with pine air and diamond stars and lapis sky. Along the low banks of South…