Not Your Table

Not Your Table

By Melody Moore I am incredibly blessed. In this particular case, I’m talking about my job. I’m a high school special education teacher in a medium-sized town in Indiana.  I love the kids. I love my job.  And I have some awesome coworkers.  But it doesn’t...
A Place of Honor

A Place of Honor

By Rhonda Stinson “I am not doing very good,” said Nina, one of my ESL (English as a Second Language) students. “Learning takes time, Nina,” I encouraged. Hang in there, and I assure you, you will make progress.” Frustration was written...
Aging Gracefully

Aging Gracefully

By RaeLynn DeAngelis As I peered into the free-standing mirror to apply makeup one morning, I noticed a few new wrinkles and age spots had appeared. A reminder that I’m not as young as I used to be. A few minutes later while drying my hair, I couldn’t help...
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...
Identity Crisis

Identity Crisis

By Rhonda Stinson Becca E. Dougherty was born in 1864 in Ohio. She had at least 1 daughter with Joseph Mitchell. She died in Adams, Ohio at the age of 17. Her daughter’s name was Electa “Lefty” Mitchell.  We had always wanted to know why...