By Amy Flory. There are a few months of the year when the sun is shy, the mornings cold, and my early morning spunk is hibernating.
Hazelnut Decaf
By Jennifer Savage. Even with my coffee resume painting a much darker, more-full bodied picture, I have to admit that I like hazelnut decaf.
Fast Friends
By Logan Fisher. Although it wasn’t important to his step-father or me, our son had readily pressured himself to be the best at all athletics.
I Gotta Wear Shades
By Bethany Thies. My eldest always has a way of asking a question in a way that begs reflection.
First Date
By Jeanette Perosa. A wave of panic flushed Sara’s skin red. The heat rose inside before settling down.
Thunderstorm
By Campbell C. Hoffman. A thunderstorm rolled through tonight, one of those early evening storms where the thick air that has been boiling all afternoon long finally bursts out, and the thunder came in with a proclamation.
Fitting the Pieces
By Amanda Magee. How do you start each day without the frustration of the day before?
So, So Small
By Jennifer Savage. Even though I’ve lived in Montana a while and even though we’ve heard the truth from a man of the ages, cold like this still shocks me.
Turning into Tinker Bell
By Brianna Randall. Do you ever notice that when you hang out with your siblings you feel like a kid again?
Catching the Sunlight
By Alison Lee. I am not a morning person.