Out of the Wreckage

Out of the Wreckage

By Rhonda Stinson It was a sunny afternoon. I stood beside the beach umbrella breathing in warm air and gazing atwaves that seemed to flow out of the sky. My mom and I began to pack up our gear when I stopped her and said, “Stand still and look out at this...
Remember WHO and WHOSE You Are

Remember WHO and WHOSE You Are

By Tanya Jolliffe I remember hearing I was a “tomboy” in grade school. I don’t remember my parents, grandparents, or other relatives saying it, but my classmates, family friends, and acquaintances were happy to tell me WHO I was.  I lived an...