Carolyn CJ Jones As I clung desperately to the table, the storm raged, tossing the anchored sailboat in all directions while waves slapped loudly against the steel hull of the boat that was my home. Despite my numbed terror, I watched the rain through my tears...
Claire Reutter In third grade, we were given the assignment to write about what we wanted to be when we grew up. I had no idea, but I liked seeing my mom plant flowers. I approached my teacher. “Um, Mrs. Walsh, What are those people called who take care of...
Janet Marugg It was snowing as she sat on her garden bench, white flakes fell and blended into her hair. In her hand, a shock of yellow. A crow on the bench beside her was iridescent blue-black on the white world. It felt like a long, beautiful moment to take...
